Not talking of bent underneath,
But forks whose existence ceased…
The hair on this head duly creased!
Unexplained portals in time,
Is this what happened to mine?
Does a quantum mechanic
Have something for panic,
Because of something stealing him blind?
If he washes dishes,
His answer may be less suspicious…
This lazy gourmand
At the bottom of his pond,
May discover forks propitious!