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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

Date: 3/28/2018 5:08:00 PM

The "I" in this poem is definitely not you, Caren. It's another imaginative romp of your, surely

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/28/2018 11:01:00 PM

Haha haha. It truly is another side of me Gershon.

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/27/2018 8:25:00 AM

Cute but it's hard to imagine you cussing, Caren. Lovely poem.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/27/2018 11:01:00 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

Date: 3/27/2018 5:01:00 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
Date: 3/27/2018 11:02:00 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.