Scientist in the present are
Trying to play God with the future
Pre-historic animals have been discovered
Still in tack, and you're trying to
Recreate the past that wasn't
Meant to be, dinosaurs and other
pre-extinct animals were destroyed
Millions of years ago for a reason
Humans and dinosaur animals
We're not meant to live together
And I'm not planning on being
The meal, how can anyone be okay
With this or allow anyone to do this
This is the present not the past
Two small fists
discover the world
is round, blue,
and fits exactly
between wonder
and wanting.
Mouth opens
the first laboratory,
where everything
must be tested:
texture, temperature,
the taste of curiosity.
Eyes focus,
hands follow,
brain fires tiny
lightning storms of connection:
I can make things happen.
This is how learning begins,
not with books or words,
but with the simple
revolutionary act of reaching,
and grasping,
and bringing
the universe
close enough to understand.
A most important thing to do
is to put on a sock before a shoe
The method that is, by far, the worst
is to position the shoe on first.
An experimental scientist with pride,
I only know, because I tried.
An exploration motivated by Gray Squirrel's observation:
Humans make a big to-do,
because they wear a shoe.
Another animal, of course,
wears a shoe. He's called a "horse".
From Appaloosa to Kentucky,
a horse shoe is more lucky.
They say the Scientist has a cold gaze
but that is not so.
He doesn't have a gaze.
All he has is an observation.
He doesn't look with his eyes or even his glasses.
He takes delight in filtered structural compositions
devoid of uncertainty.
He pauses the shockwave and expands the fireball.
He displaces the atoms within.
I shall be a scientist, the six-year-old said.
A paleontologist? asked his uncle Ned
a meteorologist? suggested his grandpa Ed
A chemist? An astronomer? what is in your head?
I want to do experiments in the lab, the lad said.
A scientist said to his mate
“We came from the line of primate!”
Said one of the men,
While waving his pen,
“Refer to yourself, not us, mate.”
An ape heard the scientist say
That men share the same gene as they.
The ape proudly said,
“You’d wish you were dead--
Insult us no more or you’ll pay.”
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We had once an enthusiastic scientist,
so much keen to visit our laboratory,
for which he did persistently insist,
but that did not make us worry.
He was a young man, very smart,
and I found him extremely clever.
Our study interest matched, so he took part
eagerly in my research endeavor.
He meticulously copied the data I got so far,
telling me this would help us go ahead,
assured me we would analyze these together,
a new light on the topic these would shed.
But that did not happen, as a surprise it came,
for with all the data he left in a hurry.
A year later, he published a paper in his name,
a lesson I learned from a visitor so crafty.
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Mad Scientist Dog was lucky to save his hair.
When he blew up the chem lab, it landed over there.
And under that car, and past that old oak tree.
May Scientist Dog yelled out “Oh wow! Goody!”
“It’s not the blowing up part that’s bad, his boss said.
When you bragged about it, that was bad, Ed.”
Mad Scientist Dog gave a bark and a wag.
He left with his tail up, showing his swag.
Sure, he was out of a job, but he wanted a new career.
He loved blowing up things from over there, and through here.
“I am a demolition expert,” he told the guy at the next interview.
“We are in need of one the boss told him, so we’ll hire you.”
A scientist once said it's flat
and I again agreed
He said the Earth is very flat
and lay upon his tweed
A flatter man he was not
A testimony pleased
As all his back was laying flat
and logic cleared the weeds
So we could go into a future
where people proved him wrong
Until the day the next man said
The Universe is long
Now we all know that long is key
for what they now call flat
And as before and once for more
they'll sell us all on that
So ask yourselves what they should mean
when all our thoughts our flat
And even gas from all these men
is flatulence at that
Chester CatMaster, a nature wizard,
cast a few spells upon some lazy lizards;
chanting “Meow-chi-nik-de-nook-do-kangi”,
he turned them into various fungi.
There were Buttons and ake,
Puffballs, Polypores and maitake;
Hedgehog, Earpiks and Penny Buns,
Old Chester was having so much fun.
Chester had given them legs of their own,
around and around him, they all did roam.
He held onto their roots like little leashes,
this sight left me quite shockingly speechless.
There he stood with the fungi all dancing around,
I believe he considered them to be little clowns.
Then he did something that had me surprised,
he planted them into the ground and fertilized.
Turned their legs into roots that held them in place,
I looked and he had a huge smile on his face.
He said he was planting a yard full of trees,
the fungi helped them to communicate with ease.
Warding off dangerous insects is vital;
fungi are helping trees do it in cycles.
Chester CatMaster is simply the best;
his Fungi will always outdo the rest.
The colourblind scientist
He was from Pakistan, always wore a blue suit
we were walking away from a ship that sank.
So, I said, what are you doing for a living?
I´m a mathematician, he said currently I`m trying to make
brown into green by using a math formula, so far
I have got grey colours but lack funds to continue.
We came to a park and sat down, I pointed to the grass
said it was green.
That is the problem, he said, why is it green?
If I could find a mathematical formula, I could make
the whole world green, and there would be equality.
He was lost in thought for a while and spoke;
can´t you picture it as a green Himalaya?
A pigeon came flying and sat on his head I fed it breadcrumbs.
The scientist thanked me, got up and left.
Which Scientist said, "Reality is merely and illusion, albeit a rather persistent one"? TAKE A GUESS and you will be correct, LOL!
Who said this: "The way in which you and I experience the world, is NOT how the world fundamentally is." GOOGLE this one
shalom, shalom (and SALAAM)
A long time ago there lived one Isaac Newton,
a great scientist of all times, a famous Briton.
Born premature, into a quart mug he would fit,
said his mother, who left him to grow up on his wit.
Isaac Newton with a refined brain
stood on shoulders of giants to gain
view of the far none had seen.
On him fell an apple green,
derived gravity from his thought train.
Newton had no commerce with women, Voltaire said.
In science endeavor mathematical matrix he had laid.
With disarrayed mind he had died mired in controversy,
alchemic pursuits poisoned him with mercury, a mystery.
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Tesla’s magic wand,
Energy in the ether's;
Paints lightening art.
Everyone in town knows
Philmon is a mad scientist
It's not his little hunchback buddy
Or the crazy smocks in which he's always dressed
It's not the lighting clouds over his house
Or the strange sounds from which his basement grew
No, it's not any of those things
That gives the town it's clue
It's not all of the darkened birds
That hang out on his fence
Or his subscription to Weird Science Weekly
And on what it is his time is spent
Not even when things always turn up missing
Down at the local graveyard
No, it's the "HONK" if you love Mad Scientists sticker
On the bumper of his car
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