Simple ©
Baba
Stewarton, Scotland
2005
I’ve got a super, hardened brain, impervious to knowledge
I’m happy that my super brain denied my chance of college
Not for it, the doctor type, all knowing with the answers
It’d rather dream of silly things, while others think of cancers
It knows the safest routes for me when I’m crossing busy roads
But it couldn’t tell me, honestly, why frogs aren’t simply toads
They sort of look the same: you know, sort of, more or less
It was told the difference years ago but why’s another guess
It had learned so very quickly, all those many years ago
To disregard those clever things that it didn’t need to know
It’s not important to my brain, proof the universe is endless
It wants to know the orange it buys is juicy, soft and seedless
It knows that fire burns me so it steers me clear of that
It’s also told me, for what it’s worth, a lion’s a nasty cat
I don’t know why it tells me, but perhaps I should take care
It’s a “just in case” wee simple fact, a warning to beware
It doesn’t know the capitals from all those lands I’ll never see
It only knows the things I know, the things that make me, me
I wonder on those other things, it will decide to just ignore
All those burning issues that it finds are such a bore
It wants to keep me safe and sound, it really is my friend
It’s stuck with me through thick and thin, it’s with me to the end
I hope it sees me through the years, from a child to fuddy-duddy
It’s served me well, it’s all I’ve got, my grey wee mushy buddy
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