prime love poem by Marcus and Ruomin

Prime love poem

97 was one of its kind, in its row, it was the only prime

One day he met 3 sitting at a tree

“Do you want a cup of tea?” cried 3

“Of course I do, what a pleasure of you”

“But why are you up here 97?”

“I’m the only prime in my row and I have nowhere to go”

“I am so small no one cares about me,” said 3

“Don’t be upset 3, we’ll make 100 if we’re together”

And they lived perfectly after

2 imperfect things make a perfect thing