The following rhymes were sent to me by a forum member who wishes to remain anonymous. Since they are pretty partisan in some cases, not to say scurrilous doggerel posing opposite viewpoints is doubly welcome.
There was this most wily inventor
Who had no diplomas, no mentor.
He stepped on the feet
Of Industrial Heat
And now is their legal tormentor.
There was an exec named Tom Darden
Whose purse strings were well-known to harden
And turn into steel
At the close of a deal.
They buried the sap in the garden.
Rossi and Darden went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat
They fell out over cash
Then with a big splash
He checked to see if Rossi would float.
A V.P named Vaughn, J.T.
And most sanctimonious was he:
He wrote pious tracts
But omitted the facts,
Of ******* with flourish and glee.
A college professor named Nagel
Declared that cold fusion was stable:
"Like pastry. It's great.
But we can't understate
That we don't know what goes in the bagel."