Mr. R.’s World of Math

I know I was only a happy third-grader,
When we adopted our dog, Denominator…

She’d hide under things,
Don’t ask me why,
Underneath things,
Or else she would cry…
Yes, being below,
Her favorite thing,
“Denominator on bottom!”
Is what she would sing…

Under the bed,
When I came home,
I called her,
She barked,
“Leave me alone!”
I tried, and I tried,
To pull that dog out,
Pulled on her tail,
Yanked on her snout!!!
One day I came home,
What did I see,
She’d braided her fur,
Into 303!
“Oh Denominator, Denominator,
You’re so silly like that,”
I laughed,
And told her,
To put on a hat,
To hide the number,
303,
She whimpered and cried,
Looked up at me,
Sad puppy eyes,
Poor puppy’s pout,
“Denominator on bottom!!!”
Is what she did shout!