Today, i planted my brain
i buried it, in hope
like hemp seed
in the airing cupboard, next to the light switch

i think it cried in terrified strain
the agony of thinking was too great for it
unless, of course, it was a complaint
that I’d watched Countdown, first

So, now I think I’ll start a note book
a celebration of its thoughts
for its a good brain
especially now that its buried

I wonder if I’ll think again?