There once was a tramp from Beauchamp
Who wished on a fabulous lamp
"Give me money to spend"
But he rubbed the wrong end
The outcome: he's still poor, and damp.
A scientist's number one duty
Is to seek after truth and not beauty;
Or so we are told,
But check out my slime mould -
Maybe you'd like to hold? What a cutie!
Each of us, from Garden to Oddie
Is a brain kept banged up in a body;
The far side of the fence is
Seen solely through senses
Whose info could be sharp or shoddy.
If you're making up words by the barrel
For characters' food and apparel
I'll know in a jiffy
Your novel is whiffy
Unless your name's Tolkien or Carroll.
One dark night my iPhone rang twice,
And through some strange roll of Fate's dice
'Twas the past; I kept shtum
About torments to come
And instead we swapped fashion advice.
These *BLAM* people have their own lives
But in this game, the *BLAM* strong survives
*BLAM* I'd rather just thrill
To the joy of the kill
*BLAM* *BOOOOOM* And not mourn for their wives.
My mother saw learning potential
In tales with more maths than essential;
Puss in Boots thus enacted
Was rather protracted
And Rapunzel got very tangential.
If you do a nice thing and show parity
Between buying yourself things and charity
Some still will implore
You to give even more
While scrooges are spared their vulgarity.
I know an old man from Devizes
Who sets out a bowl to catch flieses.
They all shun his honey
But vin's on the money -
Life's full of these funny surprises.
Request any page from the server
And it will assist you with fervour
But smartphones will find
That they get left behind -
The request slips its mind, by Minerva!
There's one thing online libertarians
Whether striplings or sexagenarians
All hold in their hearts
And that's diamond-shaped charts -
They're baseball fans crossed with contrarians.
In the view of some mean ornithologists
We should pity the daft herpetologists.
A taxonomical blunder
Comdemns them; file under
Reptilo-amphibo-apologists.