O my, dear Robert
it burns to see you
have moved to fifty-six
from fifty one.
So much for 'nipulation
and blatant uh, uh
I could have told you.
Perhaps the big old liar
who did accuse
would now be quiet.
And my computerman,
a gentle bloke
said that this can't be done
was it a joke?
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fiddling-figures/
