He was hungry for math, always ready to munch.
Math for his breakfast, math for his lunch.

He'd pig out on pie charts and bar graphs galore,
binge on skip-counting, and still ask for more.

Shapes -- he discovered -- were less filling fare.
He'd taste test a rhombus, sparing room for a square.

He'd devour the dollars atop his dessert,
then slurp on the coins he'd slopped on his shirt.

At night, in the dark, he'd gnaw on base ten,
toss back some clocks, and crunch numbers again.