The Fount of All Knowledge

In the dim and distant past Long before I wed my wife I had encyclopaedias For those questions in my life I’d look to them for answers And I’d find them all with ease One quick consultation And solutions were a breeze But now they sit forlornly On the bookshelf in the hall They gather dust and cobwebs And are never used at all My reference books redundant They just sit there and they rot Never to be used, because She knows the bloody lot