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.
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
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.
As we drew…
Bah, pesky moderating voices! Abd is secretly thrilled with his ode, I promise.
But I guess my final work will have to go unfinished:
"Swanning around central Europe and Asia,
With increasingly odd paranoid behaviour,
In a case of palace intrigue,
The great dictator once held the floor,
But he abdicated to an upstart young princeling,
Who has gone and styled himself 'Abd Mi-Nor'.
That's because they both love North Korea,
A place where you really can get shit done,…
I wish I was a lecturer,
At a university,
All that free time to post on the net,
In term time too, apparently.
It's almost like a second job,
Allegedly done for no cash,
It's the trademark of a fanatic,
Or a shill for British Gas.
Do his bosses know…
The dark carpets stained with deliquescent dirt,
indelible fusty runes on delapidated drapes,
there, proximate and solitary, the dancer dies.
A pane of light, one corner crazed as baby blobs of spilt mercury,
reveals crepescent azure…
Or in a more 'modern' style.
BROKEN SYMMETRY, ANOMALOUS HEAT.
Tachyons, smelling of mercury and dust, twist and shimmer in the glittering darkness, moving from then to now.
Homeless neutrinos whine, frolicking like puppies in corners of the vacuum…
The art of cold fusion
Is not an illusion
Though some would say 'it's all crap!
To practice the craft
Might seem somewhat daft
And springs the reputational trap
But such is its lure
That even the pure
Want LENR put on the map
The truth is, of course