Tony's Fun Poetry - Level 5
Poem number 89
Where a Cat
Mr Morrison Mr Ronold Morrison Was just A numbers man, His head was full of figures Of percentages And shares, He could tell you quite precisely Any square root You can name, He can give you all the figures Averages quantities Of rain, He really was a boring man And very dull To meet, He worked the banks computer A job He really liked, He would sit and give it numbers And talk to it In fourth, They would share a large equation In there lunch break After hours, They would play a funny numbers game, With forty thousand Powers, Mr Ronold Morrison Was run on By a bus, He died and went to heaven With very Little fuss, No one really missed him but, But I think It should be said, The bank is not the same since then, Computers, Going wrong. Tony
Note: The illustration is of a box of continuous folded paper with perforated edges which early computers printed out on. We used miles (kilometres) of it.