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The cow that jumped
Over the moon
Never made it back
Burned up in ruin
.
Then pigs fly
Way too fast, unsafe
They come back as bacon
Because the æther strafes
.
Time, too, goes airborne
Speeding up my life
But pays a frictional tariff
Air resistance is a knife
.
Getting the cow, the pig, and time
Up, up, and away, intact
Is the easy part of the physics
The real trick's getting them back
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Gerard DiLeo
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Comments (3)
Hahahahahaha, they all became food! Loved your poem!
Poor cow. But hey, bacon! This is a fun one, Gerard. Well done!
Lol. I guess it never occurred to me that they would want to come back. This is great fun. Well done.