The Four Smarties Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

I
The ignorant be blessed!
And so the one who at things dabs!
My girlfriend never guessed
Where man has got his abs...

II
I had a big laugh when I supervised
A student's paper (only then I durst!)
As on the title page ingeniously devised
I eyed instead of "Course Paper' the elided "Curse"

III
Buffoons in their drollery revel! -
Let them do so at our expense!
As some cut poor figures like stark hell,
To droll in their wake, does it make sense?

IV
I bet you cannot count to a billion
As you can't send a manned probe to the Venus!
hey, Philistine, on learning you can turn vermillion
That such on record of Sir Alec Guinness!