What Isaac Asimov’s true ambition is in life, and why he can’t achieve it.
Although this bit of slight comic verse isn’t anywhere up to the level of Asimov’s best (such as “The Prime of Life” or “Rejection Slips”), one must confess to being rather relieved that it isn’t done as limericks. It’s a moderately clever idea, and reasonably well structured. It even scans! Definitely one of Asimov’s better comic poems.