The timer counted back and the minutes rolled forwards When stopped, I’d quickly do the maths Never erring never once getting it wrong For I have always been adept at mental arithmatic. Imagine my embarrassment when after the buzzer had gone my brain (fleetingly) became jelly-like. Three plus five plus seven now made a million.
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Poetry for Dullards 