Brain Porridge
by DCDave

O, for the blessed ignorance
That shields me from the light,
That helps me feel contented
And lets me sleep at night.

For wisdom most conventional,
And what I'm told is so,
For those who do my thinking
And limit what I know.

O, for our two parties
And our wondrous Fourth Estate.
When I think of their perfection
I feel simply great.

David Martin