Mmm, stories of arduous research made into silly rhymes.
Every scientist needs their army,
Especially those who are a bit barmy.
I knew a scientist who was a bit kooky.
She had a thing for the Japanese kabuki.
When she had a thing she’d like to injure,
She scienced up an army of ninja.
Clad in silk and black as night,
They’d slice enemies left and right.
Until they ran into her rival’s one,
Which, btw, doesn’t care about the sun.
His bat army saw the ninjas with their ears.
And sucked their blood and drank their tears.
That was the end for the ninjery army.
By the scientist who was more than barmy.
I knew a scientist who was just plain nice,
As crazy as rats with needles for eyes,
But very nice, so his army was different.
It didn’t cost money, not even a single cent.
His army was made of happiness and hugs.
He spread it online by virtual bugs.
They hacked the pentagon and NSA.
Found people’s addresses handily that way.
Then turned on their huggynator beam,
Which made people drool and dream.
They woke up after a pretty small jiffy,
And were feeling just a bit squiffy.
They started hugging everyone they saw
And laying kisses on the cheeks and the jaw.
Washing of brains is what had happened,
And their lives had un-crappened.
I don’t know if this is right or wrong,
Hugging just makes you feel like you belong.
I knew a scientist who was not nuts.
Her great dream was to build small huts
Where you could live and not feel cold
Until you got sick or frail and old.
She worked hard for a very long time,
Years and years, always full time.
Then she found the magical pill,
You just pop it in the soil and don’t even till.
Wait for a minute and up it grows,
A synthetic plant shaped like toes.
It’s warm and soft and it won’t rot,
It gets cool when the weather is hot.
She found a firm and sold those all over
And soon her buildings popped up like clovers.
No one homeless on our pretty Earth,
All thanks to her and her toe-houses of worth.
Sillynity 