When, long ago, my friends and I decided
to time the world x-ennially, my hands
gave me the idea - a symbol for each one.
Now, two hundred and fifty octennia later,
I feel I am completely vindicated.
One friend was more astute and went for fingers,
but chose to use one of his hands to count.
Five symbols gave him sixteen celebrations.
But the system failed nomenclatively -
seemed a little, well - extravagant.
Our cleverest friend counted with his eyes,
and had five fingers on each hand to play with.
But perhaps he wasn’t clever after all:
two thousand years - and only two birthdays!