Chemistry learned at school,
with the bunsen burner.
Then appeared a new rule,
a new type of burner.
Hormones, boy meets a girl,
chemistry at night.
Two passions soon unfurl,
they combine and ignite.
What an experiment;
orgasm, dizzy delight.
Exhausted, nothing meant,
the chemistry not right.
So from lessons at school,
there is a jolly good rule.
Look after your chemistry
or you will end up the fool.
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How beautiful! The lessons of chemistry merge into the chemistry of life through the bunsen burner of a different kind. Thanks for sharing the poem where rhymes are perfect and language is pulsating.