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Day 5: Realistic Math Questions

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Today's prompt: The Question Prompt – A poem that is also a question.

Max marks: 100
Time: 15 minutes
Instructions: Go crazy.

Question 1
Diane started her quarantine on a Wednesday,
She thought it was day 1 of vacation in a way,
But 2 days later, work from home started,
And the concept of weekday and weekend departed.
If weight gain during work from home is twice the normal rate,
A week from Wednesday, what's the % gain in her weight?



Question 2
Tom checks his stocks, he has 10 bags of flour and rice,
20 packs of toilet paper and a huge fish slice,
4 packs of chicken and 8 cans of baked beans,
A few bottles of sanitisers and a lot of greens.
If in a minute, a mice can chew 2 fists of grain,
How long before Tom has to stock pile again? 



Question 3
Jim goes to the supermarket to buy some stocks,
But the social distancing rules leave him in a flummox.
There are 3 people in the queue standing 1m apart,
But 5 more are browsing for more stuff in the mart. 
If in every 5 minutes, 1 person checks out and 1 joins the queue,
How long before Jim gets to checkout too?

Ok, time up!

Written for: Singapore Poetry Writing Month is an annual event in April, where a prompt is released every day and people write and share their poems based on the prompts.
 

Comments

  1. CRDMonday, April 06, 2020

    I lose!

    This seems like fun stuff!

    The first one was soooo true. I HATE technology!

    ReplyDelete

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