I don’t know why I never took to dates –
my brain retreats from listed history.
I’m talented with numbers in all states,
and puzzles with their tricky mystery
intrigue and challenge me, but as a rule,
this memory impressive in its scope
forsakes me now just like it did in school
at history, without a clue or hope.

Perhaps it’s that the scholarship is dull
for I enjoy a novel based on fact,
or maybe I intuit that it’s full
of propaganda, but it can’t attract
my interest or attention long enough
to let me get it any way but rough.