She is an encyclopedia
filled with information
on a variety of important subjects:
“I can recite pi to the fortieth digit,” she says.
“I know the birthdays of all of the Founding Fathers,” she states.
“That’s not a preposition,” she exclaims,
“And anyway, that sentence ain’t where it’s at.”

She tells me how to ride a bike
And how to sweep the floor
and how to eat an apple.
She’s got a lot on the ball.
She’s got a lot on her mind
She’s got a whole lot to say.

Her information is extended
intellectual
and annoying.

She is encyclopedic in her knowledge
and will remain so
I suspect
until
I break her spine.