An Ode To The Numbers

The Numbers have told us the world will end soon
Four horseman will come unless we can all become attune
For the sins of the world and the coming of doom
Oh soon there will be a lot of gloom.

4 8 15 16 23 and 42
What do they really add up to?
Destruction and death, and evil, too
For those on the island, and perhaps YOU!

Who knows what powers these numbers hold?
From trigrams, hexagrams, and binary of old
An equation predicts the worlds end I am told
Or perhaps it just puts it on hold

Two people understand the threat
And something got them all upset
One is French, her team's fate she set
The other likes to eat a lot, I bet

Both believe there is a curse
One believes in the curse the worse
It led him into the jungle to find the first
But when he found the other one he almost burst

She was shocked at this blubbering mass
He just had to pass some gas
She sensed it, winced and let it pass
The Numbers curse strikes again, it has

A battery was gotten so they could set sail
Three men, a boy, and a pail
And what use could that serve but to bail..
On a boat built without a nail

The little boat with her crew made it fifteen miles
Little did they know this was the beginning of their trials
When they met the tailies, there were very few smiles
22, now 19, now 5 tailies, but 1 will deceive by his wiles