Genius
One day I'm a genius;
The next I'm dumb as dirt.
If you are in agreement, well,
My feelings won't be hurt.
The scope of my intelligence
And which way I will skew
Has nothing whatsoever
To connect with my IQ.
The reason's rather simple,
For I filled in every square
Of Friday's crossword puzzle -
Bam! The answers were right there.
But today's a different story
As the empty boxes mock;
And nothing's in my brain except
The ticking of the clock.
At least again tomorrow,
In the Sunday puzzle's sprawl,
I will have the chance to prove
I am a genius after all.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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