Parapsychology - Poem by George Hunter
There was a cute gal from near here
Who could always get a free beer
When she jiggled her jugs
The guys all went bugs
And it made their wits disappear.
My dear, you are so sweet
Just watching you is a treat
I don't know how you do it
But when you put your mind to it
You make things stand which have no feet.
It's all tied into athletics
And may be a form of kinetics
It's like using your mind to bend a spoon
From anywhere across the room
Which the psychos call telekinetics.
They call it parapsychology
Which has nothing to do with biology
It's really a delusion
Brought on by confusion
By minds too involved in enology.
Which, as you know, is winemaking
A very worthwhile undertaking
But with too many glasses
You turn into asses
And believe all kinds of faking.
But she isn't really a deceiver.
She's just an excellent teaser.
I'm just being fair
Because I was there
And it made me a true believer.
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