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The shortcomings of genius

Athletes of intellect ponder difficult questions Cortex’s quiver to cerebral suggestions A genius theorises with a deepening frown Well, how come my toast always lands face down? Quantum conundrums confoundingly dreary Cynical scientists dismiss a new theory A mastermind clutches his head in distress Well, if a crab has no shell, is it naked or homeless? Wisdom, the child of mental ability Science, the offspring of cranial agility Empirical evidence so hard to collate Well, why does sour cream have an expiry date?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/7/2011 7:08:00 PM
very clever and funny! a charming write!
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Date: 9/7/2011 6:49:00 PM
...and what color does a smurf turn when he holds his breath? I like it, Howard, thanks for the giggle! ~N
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