Poem: Sciolist

In an age of knowledge
Sciolist is miss popularity

She is an attractive empty head
Sciolist had said:
That the sun is dead
And the moon is red
On a bright and sunny day
Talking to her love Fred

Sciolist loves coffee
But hates everything about it!
When she sits. . .
She shows her bits

When she stands
She doesn't understand
When she speaks
She goes on for weeks

Talking to geeks
Who finds her sleek

Miss popularity
Continues to leak