I can’t quite count two battleships
But I can count the ways I love my partner
I could never contemplate a diminished fifth in music
May as well ask me to play a dinner plate
But I can keep a beat four to the floor
It was that bastard Morrow the maths teacher from Hades itself
Abandon hope all who entered his class
Who finally ruined my early joy of numbers
And so, I retreated to words
Words were more flexible somehow
No right and wrong polarities,
I still struggle with figures
But swapped the blues of dyscalculia
For the verdant greens of noun, verb and adjective.
Music is no string of cosines for me
Like words, I play by ear.
And can just about count two battleships
As long as they’re not too close together.