My IQ is the same as my age…
It goes up one point every year…
Who’d ever believe I would reach an IQ of 14…
My butler’s IQ is 2 points lower.
Next year, maybe I’ll know the seasons…
For me, now is the season of leaky clouds…
I hear words and phrases I don’t understand…
I think they are from some book off some shelf.
It seems each morning like a carnival magician has been here…
I don’t know why he never leaves a note…
The circus shows roll in one after another…
It’s a wonder, there is seldom anyone in the audience.
For exercise, I like to take a stroll across the kitchen counter…
Hmmm! Corn bread freshly baked, but very hot…
My butler yells, “Was someone in my kitchen?”
“No,” I reply turning the corner in a full gallop…
My belly round and bouncing (I told you he wasn’t very smart…)
Yep, you got it, I’m always awe-stricken…
My life gushes out like an inverted waterfall…
I can’t wait for my IQ to be 15…
Because then, I will know a little more.