Elegy To A Few Lost Lines

Elegy to a few lost lines

My computer broke at work last week And ne'er before was poet rent: Despairing such prodigious loss Of verse that spanned a continent... ...or more. So many pages passed, So many trisyllabic turns of verse Were any even built to last? That I'll never know is worse...

Slow and steady wins the race

I once met a real speedy kid.

- Excelled at whatever he did,

Except when it came

To pleasing a dame;

He'd finish not three minutes in.

I've heard/seen some Telsa-coil-music, but so far I've seen nothing as impressive as this display. Rather than using a buzzing noise to punctuate the music, this musician/inventors Eric Goodchild and Steven Caton actually play the coils by "by modulating the number of sparks that emit from the coil each second," therefore "different tones can be produced by the coils."

The House of the Rising Sun" is an American folk song, though this particular rendition closely resembles the classic Animals cover.

i'm about to ruin molecules for you

every time i look at a diagram of a molecule i can’t not see some underwear and a crotch and some legs than have been chopped off

ok here do you see it now?

BUT WAIT it gets worse when you get to more complex molecules like hydrocarbons

and by worse i mean disturbing

THIS ISN’T CHEMISTRY ANY MORE THIS IS SILENT HILL

Don't get me started on Coke and Mentos

I once had a friend, Barry Metlzer

Who always was guzzling seltzer.

His last words were a squelch

Then a sonic-boom belch

That blew him to bits helter-skelter.