My poem about Rain

Rain

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
The rain drips slowly down the window,
Chitter,chatter,chitter,chatter,
Can't hear much of that high or low,

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
The rain drenches the roof tiles,
Clitter,clatter,clitter,clatter,
That is the only sound on this isle,

My fist is clenched under my chin,
Looks like the rain is going to win,
Preventing me from playing is its only sin,
Sitting by the window infront of the rain makes me feel like an used pin.

By Govind Chahal

Try this maths question.

Using the numbers 1, 3 and 4 once in each sum, can you make these numbers: 1, 2, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16. Remember, you can use + - x and division as many times in each sum as you like.
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