(limerick)Guelph Bound
Her lobotomy seemed successful in itself
But all I see is a completely empty shelf
The shopping we expected
It appears has been neglected
And the cook, it seems, has wandered off to Guelph
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This reminds me of a question I was often tempted to ask one of my students when I was a teacher, but never did: Are your parents still paying for your lobotomy?