A smelling Zombie upon a stroll
Met a tasting Zombie - " 'Pon my soul,
You have put my circuits in great turmoil
For my electric nose is all a-roil
And My Zombie blood about to boil...

"For you stink, Good Sir! And thus I speak
Your breath is bad - You've been eating Greek...
(About you hangs taint of odiferous leek!)"

But the tasting Zombie, his chips a-quiver
Was not quite thus to be sent up river
"Oh, Attar of Roses and cinnamon oil
Would likely smooth your circuits roil...
"For sense of smell without the sense
Is something for only philosophers dense
Whose circumlocutions straddle the fence
And lack of course, all commonsense."

"Now we Zombies all, must stick together
In every season and every weather
(As 'tis said, do birds that are of feather)
"For I can taste and you can smell
Like Pavlov's dog when he rang the bell
And qualia come and qualia go
To the selfsame place as last year's snow

"But I tell you this, and this I know
The savants serve up their tons of chatter
Frothy and whipped - like good cake batter
But if its all just words, what does it matter?"

bernie
10/06