"My Feeble Mind"

What on earth is the matter

With my poor feeble mind?

It just isn't working!

It's one of a kind!

It thinks of weird things

Like poems and rhymes.

It thinks good and thinks bad

At the oddest of times.

But why, oh why

Is my brain so insane?

Why on earth does it do this?

My poor feeble brain!

Perhaps if I feed it

On vitamins and cheese

Then it would get well

Even smart, if you please!

Or maybe, just maybe

Some day this week

It will spontaneously combust

Leaving no one to weep

And so ends my brain,

That poor feeble thing.

I won't grow a new one

'til maybe next spring

But If I never do

Then I will just die

Or become a vegetable

Or a gooseberry pie.

But I will not sob

Nor will I sigh.

I will just smile

And say, "brain . . good-bye!"