Eight. A perfect little number

Just a bit of fun

Positive unimodular lattice

dwell in dimensions divided by eight.

'Tis vital I'm told to the way of the world,

and my ignorance begs no debate.

But eight on its own is a marvel,

two perfectly plump little O's,

one perched on the top of the other

as around and around this world goes.

For eight is the atomic number

without which mankind would be sunk.

We'd turn blue in the face, as if drifting 

in space and start acting decidedly drunk.

No eights would make spiders uneven

they'd just tumble and roll on their bums.

Spinning blithely away in complete disarray

without their eight fingers and thumbs.

Just eight is the magical number,

of the billions of stars in the sky,

that orbit the girth of our glorious sun,

as it nurtures and warms from on high.

And eight bits used to buy you a coffee

in Starbucks at Broadway and Grand,

(though with taxes of course not included,)

and 'twas instant and awfully bland.

But as I ponder within my gazebo,

a structure most pleasing in shape;

eight sides in an octagon perfect,

I think our Lord made a mistake.

For two O's not just one is the ideal,

and I think it would truly be great,

to be a positive unimodular lattice

in a dimension divided by eight.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Thank you Edward, I'll settle for my poem being cute, (this time!) :)

Beccy.

[Beccy]

The octets of the eightfold way, mhh, I like that idea, it would have added an even lighter touch to the poem.

Thank you Terry.

[Terry O'Leary]

You forgot to mention the octets of the eightfold way... ;-)
Great poem!!

[Beccy]

Thanks Ed, glad you enjoyed

[Ed Hart]

i think you're a perfect little number beccy, constructed as you are of eight eighths, which is a fast rhythm indeed...very cute my dear (the poem of course)

[charlie]

Well, my 8 is a singular O, though perfectly twisted in the middle as to be contrary top to bottom...

You're right: a fun piece, thoroughly enjoyable - all eight verses.