My good friend Zeno says to me
you can have your jam for free,
nothing’s lost except by halves
the future never meets the past.
So in I dipped my eager blade
to test this wondrous promise made.
I scraped about the empty glass
for evidence of my repast.
Alas, the jar seemed quite remiss
and jam on toast was sorely missed.
Well, never mind, dear Zeno said.
At least you have your daily bread
and I assure you not a bite
will frustrate future appetite.
For once you’ve swallowed half that loaf
half remains, and half’s the most.
Munch and chew to hearts content,
the boundless half remains unspent.
Alas, I’m left with meagre crumbs
and a whole whose parts are not its sum.
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