Never have I been glad or sad <br />That there was such a thing as bad. <br />There had to be, I understood, <br />For there to have been any good. <br />It was by having been contrasted <br />That good and bad so long had lasted. <br />That's why discrimination reigns. <br />That's why we need a lot of brains <br />If only to discriminate <br />'Twixt what to love and what to hate. <br />To quote the oracle at Delphi, <br />Love thy neighbor as thyself, aye, <br />And hate him as thyself thou hatest. <br />There quandary is at its greatest. <br />We learned from the forbidden fruit <br />For brains there is no substitute. <br />'Unless it's sweetbreads, ' you suggest <br />With innuendo I detest. <br />You drive me to confess in ink: <br />Once I was fool enough to think <br />That brains and sweetbreads were the same, <br />Till I was caught and put to shame, <br />First by a butcher, then a cook, <br />Then by a scientific book. <br />But ' twas by making sweetbreads do <br />I passed with such a high I.Q.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quandary/
