Dancing Peculiar
My dear Professor, listen
As isotopes decay
Beneath your very gaze
They fizzle quite away
Like thoughts of foam
Now there'll be hell to pay!
You've squandered every atom
Your ancestors passed down
Regardless of its weight
And heedless of renown
They lead to Rome
Now give me back my gown!
Contributors: | TG, Roland, P. |
Poem finished: | 13th February 2000. |