I suppose I should like two hundred and ten
Or something lower, like eleven.
Some people I know love seventy two
And some desire sixteen, but only a few.
I have heard a rumour of those who chase number three,
And rarer still, number sixty-nine fetishists you’ll see.
But I have to admit to my fave
Something more dramatic I crave
For my favourite number, if you care
Is Pythagoras’ pie-r-squared.
(c) 2007, Neil Gardner