That hour made me busy
questions were easy
not yielding a moment
he was sitting glum
peeping at my diagram
of Michelson Morley experiment!
I could hear his sigh
from the corner of my eye
could gauge he felt bitter
all he had read
had quickly fled
clouding him in ether!
It was all in mist
what those darned physicist
had theorized in vain
no lover’s tryst
but a paper of physics
an agonizing pain!
My worst fear
was remembering the year
when the experiment was done
for once did it Michelson
then with Morley redone
was it ’87 or ’81!
That boy behind me
was thinking bitterly
worrying in fright
soon the time would be spent
without his writing the experiment
on the wavy behavior of light!
Tense was the air
when I heard him whisper
push your paper to the right
in his voice was despair
bothered little to be unfair
quite visible was his plight!
*With all my toil
burning the midnight oil
how this I lost sight
covered all nitty-gritty
of magnetism electricity
missed the chapter on light!*
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
That hour made me busy
questions were easy
not yielding a moment
he was sitting glum
peeping at my diagram
of Michelson Morley experiment!
I could hear his sigh
from the corner of my eye
could gauge he felt bitter
all he had read
had quickly fled
clouding him in ether!
It was all in mist
what those darned physicist
had theorized in vain
no lover’s tryst
but a paper of physics
an agonizing pain!
My worst fear
was remembering the year
when the experiment was done
for once did it Michelson
then with Morley redone
was it ’87 or ’81!
That boy behind me
was thinking bitterly
worrying in fright
soon the time would be spent
without his writing the experiment
on the wavy behavior of light!
Tense was the air
when I heard him whisper
push your paper to the right
in his voice was despair
bothered little to be unfair
quite visible was his plight!
*With all my toil
burning the midnight oil
how this I lost sight
covered all nitty-gritty
of magnetism electricity
missed the chapter on light!*
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