Well we had an assignment to write a poem about math. I handed in one about the number 69, and my teacher understood it.. Here's the poem:
69 Poem
Sixty-nine, sixty-nine!
As a number, you're quite fine,
with divisors three and twenty-three
and a square root between eight and nine.
Right-side-up or upside down,
you stay the same when flipped around.
Your neat properties are overlooked today
by the younger generation who likes to clown.
Your two digits are like peas in a pod.
They make a cute pair, but not a quad.
Sixty-eight is the speed limit of a woman,
because at sixty-nine she blows a rod.