Fiddling Figures

Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

O my, dear Robert
it burns to see you
have moved to fifty-six
from fifty one.
So much for 'nipulation
and blatant uh, uh
I could have told you.
Perhaps the big old liar
who did accuse
would now be quiet.
And my computerman,
a gentle bloke
said that this can't be done
was it a joke?

Comments about Fiddling Figures

Allan do you hear Kookaburras outside your windows? In fact everywhere? Reminds me of a thief asking another how to steal a car. I thought this would be unethical, but not to worry, it can't be done anyway. Haiku to fit this: A false key does not unless it is the right one let thief in palace. H
it can. as soon as PH tells me how to do it, it will be done. not having done it before, I wasn't sure whether to keep hitting Robbie's home page or the poem...I chose the wrong option. watch this space, Rubric.
Haiku for this poem: I have however moved closer to the poet so glad to meet him. H


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