Because prime numbers are numbers whose only factors are itself and one, and one cannot be itself and one.

You know you’re alone
But you’re thinking you’re not
You feel someone is there
Hiding behind a dot

He peeps when you’re not looking
And cringes when you glance
He’s playing his little game
Which he knows can make you dance

So you get up, scurry,
Your face dashed with worry

You search under the tables
Between every floor tiles
Open every drawers
Rummage every “X” files

But when at last you find him
He is looking at you
And you cannot believe it
You have gone laughing too

The one you are playing with
Is no one but you.

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  • Sydney Hazelton on Jul 18, 2008

    I like your poetry, it is really FUN!

  • Richie Montalbo on Jul 24, 2008

    Thanks, Sydney. I will be writing more poems in the following days. I hope you will like them too.

  • Brigid on Jul 29, 2008

    lol that\’s really great! How did you come up with that?

  • Richie Montalbo on Jul 30, 2008

    They usually just pops in my mind like bubble. And if I don\’t write them right away, they would tend to disappear, again, like bubble.

    Thanks, Brigid.

  • TheMyth on Aug 2, 2008

    ahaha thut was funny =]

  • Richie Montalbo on Sep 21, 2008

    Thanks, TheMyth.

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