Being clever is not a thing I am, Nor what I'll ever be. English is a nightmare, And maths' a mystery.
Art is too subjective, And science too severe - I was never one for uni, (Nor nursery too, I fear.)
And though my parents tried so hard, And my teacher nearly wept, I never had a mind wave, And my learning never lept.
The reason is I have no brain, There's a potato there instead. Don't ask me how it so wedged- But note the scar atop my head.