Why is it that when you are in the bath the gasman calls to read the meter
And expects entry even though you are naked save for a small towel
Why is it that when you are in the bath your brother walks in
As you have neglected to lock the door with care and pretends not to notice you
But mentions your appendix scar over breakfast next day
Why is it that when you are sunbathing topless around a pool in Greece
That that odd chap in accounts and his wife sit on the lounger next to you
You try to act naturally but you know that he is looking at your beautiful boobs
Whilst sharing small talk about the odds of meeting randomly next to the pool
This is why I love mathematics so much as there is always an answer
Which although quite hidden is there waiting to be discovered
Today’s question is how can you change the word BLUE into a perfect number
You have three hundred and fifty eight years to give me an answer