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The ass, in bovine contemplation, 
Stood staring at two stacks of hay, 
As hunger grew in isolation 
And sparked a loud, lamented bray. 
 
Hay steaks and cakes cooked in his mind 
as he began to crassly drool, 
the choice before him was unkind 
but this fair ass was not a fool! 
 
both stacks examined, weighed and measured, 
proved undeniably alike, 
and fueled by logic which he treasured 
the ass began a mental hike. 
 
“Since neither stack is any better, 
No cogent choices can be made” 
Deeply befuddled by this matter 
He mused upon his bitter fate. 
 
They’re still untouched - both stacks of hay, 
And anyone who dares to pass, 
Will find there lying to this day 
The carcass of a lowly ass.

Buridan’s Ass