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.