Chemistry Class

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Chemistry Class

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

In French.

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

of.. something..

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

Spontaneous combustion

Forget the hours of boring lecture..

I held fire in my hand.

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