They had sponges for minds,
Soaking up learning like water.
They were geniuses their friends bragged…
Their moons aglow, reflecting the light of famous friends.
Problem was that Plato and Shakespeare
And Einstein were lost,
When the sponges dried out.
But the learning’s still in there,
They reassured,
And will flower again,
Like fields of corn
Soaked with a new season’s rain.
But a  dry wind came up and blew
The now waterless, feather-light
Sponges of their minds
To the Sahara.