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I wrote my seven, it resembled two,
Another time it much looked like a one.
I could not guarantee it would be true,
In every case when all the work was done
And so I set a slash upon its slope
To make the meaning plain as it could be,
My Zeds and Sevens, stitched in guarantee.
Another time it much looked like a one.
I could not guarantee it would be true,
In every case when all the work was done
And so I set a slash upon its slope
To make the meaning plain as it could be,
My Zeds and Sevens, stitched in guarantee.

Ah, the different ways of notating numbers. I recall in Belgium they had a quirky way of writing 1, which even more necessitated differentiating the 7. Nothing too deep here, but a nice commentary on the ambiguities of writing that's hard to tell apart. Odd choice to have the 5th line not rhyme with anything. The rest is flawless rhyme and meter.

This sounds like a riddle you'd find in one of the old point-and-click style games I used to play as a kid (King's Quest, Monkey Island, etc.). As I poem, I like the immediacy of action it gives to a mundane consideration.