A chemistry poem
Here I am on a lab
Missing a thing called love
A Bunsen burner was how they call
This thing called me is where I fall
...They often said I’m benzene
They often call me sweet
They’ve better call me dangerous
For danger when touched by heat
Aromatic hydrocarbon
In which I use to abandon
This thing made me amaze
And the way that I just gaze
I really enjoy this phenomenon
to occurrence of Brownian motion
I think that I shall give a notion
That this maybe was a potion
I just reported in chemistry
In which I did it foolishly
My teacher asked me a little thing
Of what collision would really mean
I Think of what maybe was collision
And answer it’s a kind or sort of such attraction
My teacher said no, don’t bother
For collision means
Its just an attraction…
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poem by Ellirie Aviles
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