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Amidst the bubbling beakers' glow Where neon fluids ebb and flow A finned inventor, cold and keen Tries to keep his workspace clean But through the steam and salty air A frantic blur comes rushing there With needle sharp and single eye To watch the chemical sparks fly He calculates with logic's hand The finest theories ever planned While she pursues a different goal To scrub the stains from every bowl He grumbles at the sudden mess His gills flared wide in deep distress But Niffty giggles, quick and sweet And sweeps the chaos from his feet A scientist of deep-sea gloom A maid who haunts every room They form a bond in glass and steel A strange attraction, sharp and real She likes the way his goggles shine He finds her madness quite divine For in his charts and complex gears She is the pulse that kills his fears Between the poison and the soap They find a tiny spark of hope A frantic heart, a brilliant mind Two jagged pieces, well-aligned He’ll build the world, she’ll keep it bright Through every manic, messy night The fish who dreams, the girl who sweeps A secret that the hotel keeps
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
Beakers and Broomsticks
Amidst the bubbling beakers' glow Where neon fluids ebb and flow A finned inventor, cold and keen Tries to keep his workspace clean But through the steam and salty air A frantic blur comes rushing there With needle sharp and single eye To watch the chemical sparks fly He calculates with logic's hand The finest theories ever planned While she pursues a different goal To scrub the stains from every bowl He grumbles at the sudden mess His gills flared wide in deep distress But Niffty giggles, quick and sweet And sweeps the chaos from his feet A scientist of deep-sea gloom A maid who haunts every room They form a bond in glass and steel A strange attraction, sharp and real She likes the way his goggles shine He finds her madness quite divine For in his charts and complex gears She is the pulse that kills his fears Between the poison and the soap They find a tiny spark of hope A frantic heart, a brilliant mind Two jagged pieces, well-aligned He’ll build the world, she’ll keep it bright Through every manic, messy night The fish who dreams, the girl who sweeps A secret that the hotel keeps
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Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
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