Hexed
I looked upon the shape of it,
A simple box of squares,
And every way you measured it,
The numbers came in pairs.
Four regular quadrangles,
A top and bottom too,
No matter how you turn or spin,
There’s nothing very new.
I know about the binaries,
This simple box depicts,
Of two, and four, and eight and so,
So how did we get six?
For front and back, the sides and then,
The top and bottom too.
The pairs that we start out with,
Are clearly all just two.
Where did the three come in,
That multiplies the pairs?
There is no room for trinaries,
In binary affairs.
Why, even in our games of chance,
This cubic gets a cousin,
But when you count the faces up,
There’s just an even dozen.
The fact that we get threes from twos,
Seems magical to me,
Because this pair of eyes of mine,
Just doesn’t see the three.
NicknamedBob . . . April 6, 2004
© 2004