The ChemistA Poem by BlueShadowThe Laboratory In a white suit the chemist begins an experiment He has since from high school always had a science bent The flasks and bunsen burner is turned on And the neon metal burns and then it’s gone The smell in the lab is pungent and metallic Everything is rather dynamic and not static The chemist loves his gloves, lab coat, and goggles Experimenting is always difficult, an uphill struggle The chemist finishes his work and goes back home To see yet another day of experimentation and foam © 2021 BlueShadow |
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Added on October 22, 2021 Last Updated on October 22, 2021 AuthorBlueShadowGainesville, FLAboutHello! I am a Korean-American man who wrote BlueShadow because I love the English language's look, sound, and feel. I loved writing BlueShadow because I love writing in general. In BlueShado.. more.. |

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