Friday, February 22, 2008

smarty

smarty pants
you're comin' down with a case
of super intelligence
your temperature is risin'
in both Celsius and Fahrenheit
you've got a double dose
of textbooks
sitting on your nightstand
for all your light reading
you keep your awards and certificates
just above your bed
like a halo 'round your head
you just can't help to understand
things greater than the average man
with your super intelligence
you smarty pants.
the end

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