The Morning I Came
A pair, a twin, it's double,
No squad without a quad,
And two round figures, zero,
It was 2004.
After January, it's four steps away,
Can replace can in the tag, 'can I?'
Quick question; can February March?
No, but April May.
It's only but a score plus one unit,
And it's the jumbled numeral of a dozen,
The 3rd multiple of 7 and the 7th multiple of 3,
21 is not a prime number but it is my lucky number.
And have you ever wondered why Friday symbolizes fun,
Or why you can't help but love Fridays,
Take off your thinking cap, the puzzle's already solved,
Friday, 21st May, 2004 was the morning I came.
Obagha Chiamaka
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/17/2021
Poet's note: This poem is a quick autobiography concerning my date of birth. I wrote it sometime in 2019.
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