A Moronic Moron
Married a simpleton
And Simpleton by name and nature
Became his lifelong problem.
Moron tried his best
To get her to divorce
Citing he was too good for her
But she was his curse.
He argued he was bright
But Simpleton was dumb
And so, he yearned for the day
The divorce would come.
Many a year hence
These too are still together
And perfecting their unique skillset
Of being a bore and bother.
Every day a quarrel
As though their daily meal,
The same thing often repeated
As in a TicTok reel.
But what was the attraction
That obtains up to today?
They think alike yet differently
In their peculiar way.
Moron had played it safe
From the very beginning,
And believing he was the brighter,
He’d always be winning.
No intimidation at all
When he first saw Simpleton,
He had surely met someone dumber
With whom to form a union.
Besides, who sensibly,
Would give him a second look?
Simpleton did and unexpectantly so:
And she’s the one he took.
You’d call him moron
And I would have to agree
But a moron without any equal;
Moronic is what he be.
Call it redundance
Or even over-emphasizing
But Moron is a moronic moron
And very enterprising.
Every moron, I do believe,
Has his own special sense
But because we do not understand
We often take offense.
But Moron is not fazed
By what anybody feels,
He is insulated within and without
With impervious steel.
Criticism does not matter,
He hears nary a word
Whereupon Simpleton attests to this,
And readily concurs.
He is still her darling,
She liked him from day #1,
He was the only one to look at her
And instantly she was gone.
He may want a divorce
As is his oft-made request
But there is no one like her Moron;
He’s the absolute best.
Let me remind you, though,
Every book has its cover
And there is a match for everyone
Which Moron did discover.
Moronic he may be
But has had a lasting marriage
And that is more than most can do
Or even attempt to manage.
Stewart Russell © March 22, 2025
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