offering their odes to my heroine, at first she was fine,
graciously smiling with a kind twinkle in the eye, even
blowing a kiss or two - then I went overboard, gave her
one too many, she couldn’t see who the flatterers were
and she grew scared: Was the world laughing at her
Was she being ridiculous accepting praise for deeds
which might land her in jail: overflowing the Internet, I
prefer going to prison rather than mental hospital my
heroine thought, I’d be bored in both places, but at
least I’d be facing interesting criminals and not sad
or insane cases; the nightmare grew till my heroine
Was scared and yes, ran away - now I know what to
do with the odes composed for her - put them away,
can’t offer them to anybody else as they’ll lock me up
as a dangerous stalker - at least after falling asleep
she woke with her fear assuaged: Miss Pince-Nez,
my new and improved heroine will be offered a very
Small thank you note by every girl and boy who liked
her new children’s book on how not to cook your golden
goose, but to cherish the bird laying golden eggs so you
will always have more the very next day; she will primly
smile and say Thank you my dears, now let us analyse
Alice in Wonderland meeting Quantum Physics Masters
And explain the importance of naming the menagerie of
subatomic particles; repeat after me: Up, Down, Strange,
Charm, Truth, Beauty; now it’s your duty to trace invisible
paths made by exploding these in the Hadron collider as
the Quantum Cowboys do, remember each particle has
a specific flavour - research these & tell me tomorrow
As the kids disappear, Miss Pince-Nez prepares a lesson
on the song of the sun ringing like a bell, needing no other
sources for creating magic tales, just follow Lewis Carrol’s
lead - explain relativity through lovely Alice narratives...
[We’ll call her Miss Inez Pince-Nez]
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