My heart's pumping,
My brain's starting gun has fired,
Watching Stephen Hawking on TV
Has made me feel inspired.
He's working out the laws of the Universe,
The mysteries of creation to unravel,
I still haven't fully grasped the rules
Of either Monopoly or Scrabble.
He agrees that the Universe is made from string,
As the Super String Theory suggests,
Whilst I thought string was only good
For making fishing nets and vests.
He's trying to work out what happened
Fourteen billion years in the cosmological past,
I can't even work out what happened to myself,
The Friday before last.
He's mathematically calculating what happens
On the edge of a Black Hole,
I'm mathematically struggling with additions,
And my seven times table.
Despite my lack of brain power, I'm inspired
To challenge Stephen Hawking's theoretical Big Bang,
Surely if the Universe is made of Super String,
It would have been more of a Big Twang?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem