
The zero-five hurricane season
Just went on and on for no reason.
Epsilon and zeta,
Expected to peter
Out, had some fun getting their tease on.
The zero-five hurricane season
Just went on and on for no reason.
Epsilon and zeta,
Expected to peter
Out, had some fun getting their tease on.
When gazing past Milky Way stars
Or glancing behind you in cars
That object in view
May be Neptuney blue
Though it seems to be redder than Mars.
A bod with a light social touch
Will not think of drama that much
While people who hate it
And constantly state it
Create more than Starsky and Hutch.
Bod? What's another one-syllable unisex word for a person?
Long ago, in the dark void ethereal
A material quite magisterial
Squeak-popped into view—
It all comes from H2,
From CDs to sea hawks to cereal.
In a move reminiscent of Motson
Today’s pundits come up with lots’n
Lots of cute unbroken
Streaks, but by that token
They’re rather less Holmes and more Watson.
A man of the Great Orinoco
Secured things with systems rococo
But he’d never need
To be fully IDed
Cause no one else would be so loco.
A poem’s a pert piece of cake
That’s ever so much fun to make.
They always taste better for
Sprinklings of metaphor—
Give that salt cellar a shake!
My wind turbine powers a fan
Which blows a ball into a can
Which sets off a switch
For a solar lamp, which
I’m using to top up my tan.
When Microsoft got big and scary
We squashed them before things got hairy.
But while they were flat
All these others grew fat —
We could stand to be slightly more wary.
There once was a man from Shanghai
Who owned forty per cent of the sky.
His friends’ good intention
Was never to mention
That it ain’t a thing you can buy.
I drive to the city some nights
And park up to look at the lights.
Red, amber and green:
What on earth might they mean?
But the sight of them always delights.
There was a man from Camden Town
Who pottered about upside down.
If you wanted to rile
Him, you’d only to smile
But he’d always delight in a frown.
Antimony! What does it do?
Antimony! Don't have a clue.
Antimony! We
Know no use for Sb
And we're betting that neither do you.
I studied chemistry up to the age of 18, and I'm pretty sure that no teacher, textbook or exam paper I encountered ever mentioned antimony even once, except just to sit there like astatine, taking up another space in the periodic table that could have been used for adamantium.