Think, brain, think. What should I write? There’s a word I learned today, something that rhymed with earth. Birth, surf, serve, hors d’oeuvre. Oh, that’s not even English. And you call that a rhyme?

Try again, brain.

Dearth! Ah yes, there it is. The word of the hour - but what does it mean? Come on, now. You can’t remind me of a stupid word without coming up with the meaning too. Honestly, brain, why do I keep you around?

Oh! It means an inadequate supply of something.

Brain, I’m afraid you have a dearth of important things to write about.