Ignorance

It’s possible, or so I’m told,

For all of us, e’en wise and old,

To know a lot of topics bold,

And nothing much of others.

And so today, I’ll illustrate,

Perhaps I can elucidate,

How knowledge can be, here, first-rate,

While, there, less than another’s.

A city slicker full of charm,

Stopped one day at a large sheep farm,

Gave compliments meant to disarm,

While speaking to the shepherd.

Then wanting to assert his worth,

That he was smarter from his birth,

As proved by clothes and width of girth,

And big words, language peppered.

And so he said, “I’ll count your sheep!

Cause I could do it in my sleep,

And my high reputation, keep,

For being so much wiser.”

"And for my talents, one, I’ll take,

With him, my own herd, I will make,

Or maybe in an oven, bake,

He’ll be an appetizer."

The farmer said, “Please go ahead,

And add the figures in your head,

Your words do not fill me with dread,

Let’s see your smarts! Yes, really.”

The ‘Slicker’ yawned, then smugly smiled,

And looked the pasture o’er a while,

He said, “My figure, I’ve compiled,

Though conditions weren’t ideal-ly.”

“Four hundred sheep, plus thirty-two,

There, I have shown my ‘smarts’ to you,

And now a sheep I will accrue.”

He grabbed one. Started walking.

The farmer said, “I know that I,

Can see that you are one smart guy,

But if, from shoes to smart bow tie,

I guess your occupation . . .”

“Could we try doubling-or-naught?

I’d like to give my smarts a shot,

And see if your goose can be caught,

And stop me from deflation.”

The ‘Slicker’ smirked. “This, I must see.”

Said farmer. “It occurs to me.

 An accountant, you must surely be!

It’s obvious to me, too.”

The ‘Slicker’ gaped. “How did you know?

You really have dealt me a blow.”

The farmer smiled, “I’m not that slow,

Put down my dog, I’ll tell you.”

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,

To try to make the week begin,

With gentle thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So Jenny and Delores, we,

Now post our poems for you to see.

And when you’ve read what we have brought,

Did we help? Or did we not . . .

Next week, come back, cause here's the thing,

The three of us will tackle SPRING!