Portrait of the Artist as a Lone Tree | Humour | |
Eleven dimensions of strange
A jest about string theory
Around the expanding universe,
they place the magnets large and far
in order to expunge the curse
of knowing where their towels are.
For if dimensions stop at four,
then time and space we'll all explore;
but if they reach to ten or eleven,
we'll never know this side of heaven -
because the proof of all of this,
which brings the scientific bliss,
requires equipment bigger than
the universe it's meant to scan!
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