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
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