Limericks are great when you want something light and cheery. But today calls for a fibonacci. A fibonacci, or fib, is math meets prose. I am a lover or both mathematics and words, so this truly appeals to me. While the term now known in mathematics as Fibonacci was after an Italian mathemetician, it dates back to 200 BC with the ancient Indians in Sanskrit poetry.
Basically, what you do is add two numbers together, and continue adding the last two numbers of the sequence together to build the sequence. 1 , 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 and so on and so on . . . So with a fibonacci poem, these number are the numbers of syllables for each line.
It reminds me of that shampoo commercial from the 80s with Heather Locklear for Faberge Organics shampoo, which by the way, smelled AWESOME! (I have a penchant for yummy smelling soaps, shampoos, lotions, but that’s a whole other blog.)
Fibonacci sequences also occur in nature in the arrangement of leaves on a stem, pattern of florets in the head of a sunflower, the breeding of rabbits, the spirals of shells, and the curve of waves. The Fibonacci numbers are also found in the family tree of honeybees. Pretty cool stuff. But my brain has wondered far from textbooks over the years and I shall leave that for the scientists and mathematicians.
I will amuse you now with a few fibonacci poems, or fibs as they are known:
Noisy
kids.
Oh! My head!
What shall I do?
Send them to bed with no bread!
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Smoke
from cigarettes
makes me cough out loud.
My head is spinning with allergies.
How I wish there were a smoking ban enforced in Jordan.
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Telling stories
in few words
Reader’s Digest abridged style
Adding details here, taking out some there
Sounds like the formula for making a novel into a movie.
This Limerick Called Life 