By

James Bredin

Put away that su do ku or you could soon fry your brain,

And you’ll be no good for anything or anyone ever again,

Scrambled numbers in squares here and there on a wing and a prayer,

The world could be coming to an end and you’ll hardly be aware.

Between a hard brick wall and an illusive digital place,

They gave you one number to save your digital disgrace,

But don’t tell a soul about that awful disgraceful mistake,

And in the middle of the night it may keep you wide awake.

Put it down; find something else to do that’s much more essential,

The whole puzzle is absolutely inconsequential,

You’re addicted now so you need medical attention,

Should the person who invented this be put in detention?

Thursday, September 01, 2005

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