Submitted by MJS on Sat, 05/19/2007 - 3:31pm
why rhyme the words when prose will do
why seek the beat and pattern?
why not just report the skies retort
and the blustering of Saturn?
the a, b, c of 1, 2, 3
the facts laid in a row
surely this will do the trick
to let your thoughts be known
do this, do that, and do it now
line up, sit down, take note
eat all you can of math & science
inside your head they'll float
but when I look inside a grave
its depth is not its measure
and when I hear a King's decree
I don't mistake it for a treasure Read below the fold...
