Mix the light from stars
With deep-mined hot metal
See gods fall from grace
I found a used calorimeter,
In some bushes by the park,
It was covered in all kinds of muck,
So I returned after dark.
I took along Roger Barker,
An expert in such matters,
It was easy keeping pace with him,
...I guess he was in tatters.
But as we drew closer to the stump,
He begged not to proceed,
Said he couldn't stand the thought,
Of what might be in store for me.
'Cause last time - It was all a trap!
Tho perp' must remain anonymous,
But that dark night, a full moon was out,
And Rog' was made good on some promises!
Now ever since, he's not been right,
But then - What was his baseline?
He stood up all the train ride home
I heard, thanks to his grapevine.
All over the internet
The monkeys chase the weasel
And wax poetic
Scribbled on his easel
A calorimeter in a bush you say?
Well, was it used all the way?
Calorimeters can be used
And for that matter, abused
On this I have much to say!
Zeus is right about one thing
When used incorrectly, it'll make you sing!
For calorimeters are no toys
To be played with by little boys
That full moon night, twas just a fling!
Now some protocols have been discussed
And principles too, I'm not really fussed
What bothers me
Is clear to see
Nah, not really, I'm non-plussed
with China bins
tries to stop
3 days of darkness
like 3 nights of fear
just to be clear
we bicker we fail
we did not share.
The time is now right
to become aware
lets do it right and prosper in our new found light.
Always top of the list,
Of 'who was online',
Researching 'elf and safety,
On the government's dime.
Ignores what he don't like,
Cherry-picks till he's pleased,
Has poor grasp of thermodynamics,
Preferring zoological theories.
Oh, that shattered utensil...
A fully fragmented crock!
A receptacle of certainty,
For his neglected schlock.
Libelled left, right and centre,
Maybe a suit will be hence,
Until a lawyer reminds him,
That the truth is a defence.
This is a perfect place
to take a trip in space:
But waiting is no use
SpaceX lit the fuse!
Well that went fine, just the way they liked it!
Me356 had to reduce his work function,
So he doped the graphite precipitating from his high-carbon nickel wire junctions,
Waiting for his field enhancing spires topped with and hydrogen and lithium to grow,
He noticed the strange radiation making his reactor tube glow,
But to let us know the secret he couldn't work up the umption!
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
Now, fair fellows, our CMNS hour
Draws like a snail. How many years bring in
Another moon. But oh, methinks how slow
This old moon of fossilized science wanes.
Diamonds are for LENR, they are all I need to please me
They can stimulate and heat me
They glow in the night
With electrons so light they transmute me
Diamonds are for LENR, hold one up and deuterate it
Bake it, soak it, activate it
I can dope ev'ry part, nickel hides in its heart to please me
I don't need love, for what good will love do me?
Diamonds never lie to me
For when chemistry's gone, LENR lingers on
Diamonds are for LENR, sparkling in my little fuel tube....
With apologies to Shirley Bassey and James Bond...