| Penultimate primal count... | down | |
| Night and day it was at first, | Ἀχιλλεύς had but one mortal physical flaw; | |
| A three-body problem it soon became, | It is the first to sink in water, | |
| The pentagram of sin sprung fast, | Gallium heralded a man-made singularity, | |
| And then exhausted, δημιουργός rested a day. | But first to follow the Stone Age, | |
| And one too many when finger counted, | Some flappers skidoo in a jiffy. | |
| Quite unlucky now it was | From potash it derived, | |
| Except for some cicadas. | Or salt even. | |
| This many angels are guarding الجحيم. | These many were at the Last Supper. | |
| And an omen was Burroughs' enigma | On many a US corner, one could get a Slurpee. | |
| Leap we must to straighten time, | Sumerians and married people quite despised it, | |
| The longest months are this, | On one hand I can count. | |
| Little boot succeeded Tiberius, | Trinity was set forth | |
| One short of the ultimate answer. | As every man is light and shadow. | |