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Preposterous! She cried
Until I showed her proof
But flatly still she had denied
Her analytic goof
To punish her, I undertook
To teach her logic, math and science
She held Ben's key when thunder shook
And threatened our alliance
We pointed at each other, then
And said, "you've done it now!"
Like lambs into the lion's den
We nearly had a cow
But I impressed upon her (nicely)
The errors she had made
She tried then to entice me
With lemon marmalade
My toast was dry, it truly tempted
Her lowbrow appetite
I told her that she was exempted
From joining Mensa Monday night
I grabbed her tasty citrus spread
It glowed a bit too much, I think...
I spread it round upon my bread
It tasted worse than ink.
I knew I had been fooled
When she arose and spake
"I am your God!" to which I drooled
"I've made a grave mistake."
| Contributors: | Nym, Kansas Sam, Francine, Karin. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |