The Triumph of Schrodinger's Cat
Though of two minds he played it cool
(Which is the sacred feline rule),
Convinced he could not be a crime,
Both cat and carcass at one time,
So for a pulse he dared to feel
To see which one of him was real,
And thus a quaint monstrosity
Was killed by curiosity.
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