The day 1 and 1 made 3

It was a day I would remember

I think it was somewhere in December

I got up, struggling to my feet

But I felt wanted something to eat

I saw toasts kept in front of me

I counted them very carefully

But I shuddered when I finished the count

1 + 1 = 3 was what i had to count

I could'nt make out how was that done

But this was not a matter of fun

I pondered hard all day 

Whatever come come may

I counted my own eyes

And my own ears

But what I got was full of fear

1 + 1 = 3 was what it turned out to be 

And that took out the lights off me

I almost fainted that day

I decided to ask the teacher that day

But she said that 1 + 1 = 2

But every time I got the result as 1 + 1 = 3

I had three hands, three feet

And moreover three toasts to eat

And then in the night

It dawned upon me 

Now I need not fight 

Because now, I had realized that 1 + 1 = 2 

It was nothing but my horrendous mistake

A big,enormous and huge utterly mistake

The biggest in my life

It seemed like I had slipped on ice

I still laugh when I remember the day

When 1 and 1 made 3..