Question

✴️WRITE A POEM ON CALCULATOR✴️

♥️♥️IN A SYSTEMETIC WAY♥️♥️

⚠️ANSWER SHOULD NOT BE IRRELEVENT

Answer 1

I Think That I am 55

While, I pondered my age in calculator.
It seem likes I have block out my actual age after I reach 40
I have forgotten that I was over fifty,
My brother asked me “how old I was in calculator
I have never given it any thoughts 
until that moment about my birthday
I pondered for a moment, 
and said I think I am 55

He boldly said, that a lie, you are older than I am..
I have never given it any thoughts
until that moment about my birthdays
Unless it was too filled out my physical forms
or my Income Tax Returns submits

I so often hear them say, age is just a number;
However, my favorite number is 1;
It’s the beginning of everything

Answer 2

Hi dear here is your

The Calculator Kid

All cowboys can fire a gun

And dodge a bullet or two

But there’s not that many can solve a sum

Or even tie their shoe

That's why they wear cowboy boots

And don’t know 2 x 2

 

Not that this was important

In the line of cowboying

Until one day

In Snakebite Saloon

When a very clever boy came in

 

His glasses gleamed in the midday sun

When through the saloon doors he swung

With a large forehead and nasal voice

To laugh there really was no choice

 

The barflies laughed till they wet themselves

Their laughter filled the room

Never had there been such a wimpy one

Inside that old Saloon

But he knew that with these drunkards

He could have some fun

And where he kept his calculator

There should have been a gun

 

Now the time had come

For him to speak

Though his voice

Was very weak

And when he’d recovered

From the smell

And cleared his head

He spoke in haughty nasal tones

And this is what he said:

 

“I will make your brains explode

Your eyeballs they will pop

You’ll fall down upon your knees

You’ll beg for me to stop

 

I know it may sound funny

I can see you’re having a laugh

But I will do what I have said

And I’ll do it all with math”

 

From his pocket came sticks of coloured of chalk

And the cowboys hushed their boisterous talk

From the holster he drew his calculator and calculated

Things so fast his brain mutated

And soon the room was filled with equations

On the tables, the ceilings, even on Indians

And pi everywhere you could find

But not of the edible kind

And when he looked the cowboys were blind

And yes you guessed it

He blew their minds

 



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