If you like adding up numbers

Or counting up rows of cucumbers

Don’t learn X and Y

No log tables nor pi.

There is little aid for the plumber who’s dumber

Confession is totally wrecking

Almost as bad as henpecking

Keep your mind to yourself

In sickness and health

Your privacy’s smarter than clucking

I

Hughes’s thrush a coil of steel with its black hole

Swallowed up our culture, paid in gold

Tangled in sweet webs of flowers wild

Love fell down like summer drizzle mild