Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

My Brain Trust

Playing Trivia Pursuit verifies I learn little
About things that don't concern people, animals, or us,
Biology, and zoology, I never fiddle.
And subjects like paleontology I do not fuss,
Median, means and mode in math to me means middle,
Historical data I could never try to rush,
Spanish to me is an impossible mysterious riddle,
When I think of all this knowledge, I marvel and I cuss
That I can successfully cook an omelet in a griddle, 
Since I was stuck with my idiotic sad little brain trust.

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Gershon Wolf March 28, 2018 at 5:08 PM The "I" in this poem is definitely not you, Caren. It's another imaginative romp of your, surely Caren Krutsinger March 28, 2018 at 11:01 PM Haha haha. It truly is another side of me Gershon.

Line Gauthier March 27, 2018 at 8:25 AM Cute but it's hard to imagine you cussing, Caren. Lovely poem. Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2018 at 11:01 AM I am throwing back my head with happy laughter at your comment, Line. I once cussed like a sailor, but teaching school has cured me of that silliness.

Tom Cunningham March 27, 2018 at 5:01 AM We all have our own interests and talents, and I bet there's many that would struggle to cook an omelette. Tom Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2018 at 11:02 AM Funny you should say that, as the omelet cooking was a stretch of my vivid imagination because the only omelets our grandchildren want around here are cooked by my husband. They won't even taste mine.