Prime numbers are so very lonely

They have themselves and the number 1 and 0

But 1 and 0 are so busy that no one can have quality time with them

All the prime numbers are too shy to ask anyone’s number,

 

They imagine a day that they will see love like a flying white dove

Then the perfect number will come down from above

And ask are you the beloved?

 

All the prime numbers do is dream

It’s like an endless scheme

Feeling like they want to scream

Knowing that their face would instantly gleam to talk to some one new

That is what it seems,

 

One day, 2 obtained the courage to “talk” to 3

But 3 said thanks, but no thanks

That moment 3 received the spirt to “talk” to 5

But 5 said thanks, but no thanks

And 5 now had the bravery to “talk” to 7

This went on for infinity

It’s a tragedy,