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The wake

I fell asleep at a wake once;

they said it had been quite boring,

until I started snoring.

.

They left me there

with the dearly departed,

an act of subtle retribution

from the almost kind-hearted.

.

I woke to find

I had been left behind;

just me, and my uncle,

who said he didn’t mind.

Failed Rocket

I shot a rocket into the sky,

it all went wrong, I don’t know why;

It couldn’t have missed,

the sky’s so big,

next time I’ll just throw a twig.

Pink Towels

We never used to have any,

we certainly have some now;

I popped in the dogs’ red coats

with a few dirty towels;

luckily, the dogs don’t mind

if their towels are pink;

at least, that’s what I try to think,

as they have been giving me looks,

kind of curious and strange,

as they look at their towels,

and consider the colourful change.

I had an ‘oops!’ moment.

I had an ‘oops!’ moment.

I was in Russia

and I needed a pee

I should have been in Prussia

silly me.

My Broken Phone Screen (a Tanka)

My Broken Phone Screen (a Tanka)

The coldest day yet,

and my phone screen has just cracked –

my timid fingers

fear of the glass splinters there

that do seek retribution.

Big News from CERN Today!

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Oops! Sorry. Wrong Cern.

Apologies from the depths of my mind (where empty echoes are the nature of things)

A poem upon Dark Matter

Does dark matter really matter?
Does it make you go as mad as a hatter?
Does it?
Can we see it?
No we can’t!
Is it there?
They say it is.
I asked my question again:
Is it there?

They said: “We look for undetectable objects; when we find them then we know that we are on the right track. Consider the Billiard-Ball Theory.”

I did, and the lack of understanding
upon my face was quite demanding in its obviousness.

I had a guess.

And missed by a Sunday Mile (which is the same distance as a Wednesday Mile, but seems longer).

Does it matter?

I’m still in the dark.

g:)

Rush Words (rashly spoken)

Let's not be hasty...

Let’s not be hasty…

Everybody says “Less is more.”
(Well, more or less everybody says it.)
I say: “The moral is in the lesson.”
And then wish that I hadn’t.