‘Teach me to divide’ she said
One wet afternoon when rain had stopped all play.
‘I can share OK to ten, but I need to learn the long way.’
Whatever for, my innocent young friend, for don’t we have a calculator as our foil,
And did not Ada Lovelace work such miracles, to take away such toil?
Learn algebra by all means
Seek patterns and relationships
For life is never really what it seems.
But better still, learn a poem, or a few
So that on some moonlit night
You might recite a verse or two,
To some young lover, arm in arm with you.