The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Sep 24, 2003
Written when the author released a treatise upon the maxims of life into the bend named 'U'
The floppiest disk in the the astronomical world,
Is not excused from vehement travesty,
And indeed my hair had rather curl'd,
When mine eyes perceived such grievous majesty.
Down the cavernous opening it fell
As it absorb'd my inherent shock.
It lay at that bottom of that miniscule well
And began to absorb the watery flock.
The Blue Duck did swim as my hand did reach
To retrieve my lost Perdita,
But what horror! mine fingers, taint'd with bleach
Stank like some abominable creature.
The disk, return'd to its native land
Seemed well enough in its euphoria,
But that cure did not work for the work I had planned
That was saved upon mine dossier.
Oh, Chemistry, lost forever now,
Never to give on the day of Thor.
Friends - never take a floppy disk into the room with the towel
'Twill be the sorriest sight you ever saw.
