A poem.

This was offered today on an email list I belong to. It just struck me as witty.

"Intellectual Lover"
Delamar Cooper

It was not an affair
Of conversational flair.
Sundays?
Spent nuzzling.
NOT! New York Times puzzling.
She adored me, she said,
For not reading in bed.
She'd tried men with minds,
But preferred me instead.
If she mentioned Fitzgerald
It wasn't that fella,
But to have me get up
And switch on some Ella.
I pity the scholars
She'd tried and rejected.
Her mind they had courted
While the rest they neglected.

But please,
Don't write me off
As an oaf or a fool;
I've read a few books,
I have been to school.
This lesson I learned
About dealing with Cupid;
If you major in love
You must minor in stupid.
If your mind she despises;
Your body she'd seize,
Then sell all your books
And hide those degrees.
Put in one sentence
My premise is this:
It's wise to be dumb
When the outcome is bliss.