The measured.

The measured.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The measured.
One could not 
measure the immeasurable.
I mean.
"How long is a piece of string?"

Some people say.
" You have enough rope to hang yourself."

But any mathematician  will tell you.
" The length has to be measured!"

Even the Hangman concluded.
" It was a swinging vote!" 

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Lol. I so love the irony in your writings. Cleverly and wittily write as ever.

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