This sampling of doggerel originally appeared in 2015. It was one of a series of such samplings from the journals of Bad Science Poet. Just remember: “It’s not the science that’s bad—it’s the poetry!”™
ODE TO AN ANTARCTIC FRIEND
Penguin, oh penguin, you’re so black and white.
Your colors remind me of both day and night.
For six months a year you live without light,
Like butter inside a fridge that’s shut tight.
NOT GILTY
There once was a man named Nobel
who bore a discomfitting smell.
His gunpowder reeked.
His bad conscience peaked.
So his way he bought out of Hell.
METAPHORS IN NATURE
I thought that I should never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
But when I did I dared to say:
“I see you, poem, plain as day!
Your leaves of grass so brightly green,
Your snowy woods a frosty scene,
Your candle burning at each end—
But wait! What fate can blaze portend?
This can’t bode well for poem or tree….”
And now it’s both I’ll never see.
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(my February love poem from my new collection Prosthetic Amalgams)
Cyano Love
Cyano loved life, loved freedom. The world was his oyster. He was free to come and go and do as he pleased, float about consuming the abundant feast, free to grow, reproduce and enjoy his life in the sun. His freewheeling activities however changed all that, changed everything in fact, forcing him to seek shelter behind and even within others who had better adapted to the deadly environment he had spawned. He abhorred relying on others, but it was unavoidable and in time they came to enjoy one another’s company. It was love. He moved in. They became eukaryotic together.
Kenny A. Chaffin – 2/3/2015
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