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.