Stephen Hawking's Brain
It’s not a bird, it’s not a plane
It must be Stephen Hawking's brain!
It’s big enough, it’s bold, it’s bright
It’s hurtling across the night
Towards an enigmatic hole
It’s Stephen Hawking! Bless his soul
The things that Stephen Hawking said
Went flying right above my head
The physics stuff, the quantum quips
Equations, tricky little slips
Of space and mass and gravity -
All mystery and math to me
And me and Hawking disagreed
‘The Bang!’ he said, I said ‘The Seed!’
And ‘God knows why or where or what!’
But he could prove stuff I could not
So, hat doffed to a geezer who
Knew more than just a thing or two
It’s Stephen Hawking! In the sky!
We watch his brain go flying by
A shining star! A scientist!
A twinkle-eyed ventriloquist!
And gone. Into a massive hole
Stephen Hawking. Rest his soul
© Gail Foster 14th March 2018
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