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artemisdartI saw someone playing electronic Sudoku on the bus this morning. Reminded me of a "Trois-par-Huit" poem I wrote on the subject a year or two ago.
("Trois-par-Huit" -- a made-up modern poetic form I found on ShadowPoetry's list of poetic forms. At one point I was going to try to write one of each kind, just to see if I could... maybe I should take that up again.)
Anyway. My 3-6-9-12-12-9-6-3, aabbbccc poem:
("Trois-par-Huit" -- a made-up modern poetic form I found on ShadowPoetry's list of poetic forms. At one point I was going to try to write one of each kind, just to see if I could... maybe I should take that up again.)
Anyway. My 3-6-9-12-12-9-6-3, aabbbccc poem:
Boxes nine
by nine in cursed design
pester me in columns and in rows,
and as my likely options fail, my madness grows.
For nine nonets half-filled with numbers, heaven knows,
conspire to thwart and tease with a clue,
and foil me through and through:
Sudoku.
by nine in cursed design
pester me in columns and in rows,
and as my likely options fail, my madness grows.
For nine nonets half-filled with numbers, heaven knows,
conspire to thwart and tease with a clue,
and foil me through and through:
Sudoku.
