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We make rocket water bottles
and set our hands on fire without burning them.
Our crazy teacher shouts a lot
And throws pens across the room
When they don't work.
Chemistry is rather like comedy
And yes I feel smug about being
The only one who understands his swearing
And that he doesn't know.
But then it's all bonds and ions
and rules and experiments that fail
if you misread by point zero zero
I fill card after card of
info, and revise
test after test struggling
Then forget it all promptly the minute
we move on.
Still I look back
With a smile
Liquids changing colour
Forget the hours of boring lecture..
I held fire in my hand.
Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!
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