If I had Designed the Head,
a different Brain I’d have Instead.
One that shoved the Clutter Out,
great Idea without a Doubt.
Memory that never Ends,
parting Words, “Let’s Just Be Friends.”
Whole Cake eaten Yesterday,
unless Ice Cream got in the Way.
Those who just might Rant with Rage,
I’m only in the Drafting Stage.
Searching now for Volunteers,
all Ideas including Ears.
They’re right There set Perfectly,
each Side the Head and not the Knee,
Crumple Info into Wads,
Insert in Ear with Tiny Pods.
Pick what goes into your Brain,
excess Gladly you Will Drain.
One Ear Inputs stuff you Seek,
the other Empties once a Week.
Those who Step Up and Advise,
will Share with you the Nobel Prize.
Tag Line known by Any Mother,
“In One Ear and Out the Other,”