If I'm Counting

Seven to ten to thirteen, if I'm counting.

I have strange compulsions when tallying things.

Then from seventeen to thirty-six I bound,

So clearly there's no pattern to be found.

Forty-eight, fifty-six, sixty-nine and seventy,

Are where settings between one and a hundred ought to be,

Along with seventy-eight and eighty-six, ninety-one and ninety-eight.

If all those numbers previous are impractical or taken,

I can use the number twenty-two and not be badly shaken,

Though that number isn't mine. It's borrowed from my brother,

and given half a chance to choose, I'd sure prefer the others.