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2018 - A Math Poem

So the New Year's upon us: twenty-eighteen

School isn't in, and the grass isn't green.

      And though life may not end

      I am sure we'll begin

The worst shortage of primes I've ever seen.


It's a terrible thing. It can bring you to tears

If you don't know what's up, hark with both ears:

      For last week was a time

      When the year was a prime

Which won't happen for ten more long years.


"So what?" You say. "A shortage of primes?"

"Oh yes," I respond "It doesn't happen all the time."

      For the distribution is such

      You don't see them too much

And shouldn't be forgot, for auld lang syne.