Forever Blowing Bubbles
With drips and bursts and streams from their blowholes Beluga whales blow bubbles in the sea; The air encases liquid as it roles Languidly from
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The Machine Gun
Hiram Maxim was born in Maine, Embarking down a path which that Gave us a gun that bore his name, Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. The British
Rhythm is Not Just Man’s Conquest
Rhythm is in the heart of man, We play with it from when we’re young; It lays down roots and helps us plan, Bunga bung
Soon Their Hunger would be Freed
The great tits will work hard to find a mate, Putting their partners needs before their own, And science hoped to quantify this trait, To
Destroyer of Worlds
A letter from a German god, Did bring new players to the game; Their moral thoughts we now think odd, And nothing now would be
As Colourful Explosions Light the Sky
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high.
A Damsel in Distress
That dark patch of water looks cool, A perfect spot to just kick back. Why is that rock starting to drool? Please help me I’m
Fat on Nitrogen
A Rhode Island pond – The beaver tastes the cold air As he builds his dam Now somewhere upstream On a vast and dying
The Pollen Thieves
The nightshade is a plant locked in a war, They keep their pollen under lock and key From pollen thieves who try to hit their
As Cancer Leaves us in the Dark
As cancer leaves us in the dark where is the light? We need some way to track new drugs as they embark In vivo through