poem

don’t ask why it just came in my head

Quandary

So you have a fair coin that you found on the ground,
or at least that’s what everyone says.
But on each of N times that you’ve tossed it around,
you see every flip has been heads.

For which value of N should you start to suspect
that the coin isn’t actually fair?
For which values of N can you firmly declare
that the tails side is not even there?

3 thoughts on “poem

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s