Organic Chemistry Poem by Al Hassan Amal

When the way was at it melting point,
I'm so furious to meet the end point-
But the structural formula become hardened,
When the ethane exhale it's gas to the atmosphere-
The atmospheric pressure was so high,
That I can not step out again-
But the boiling point was my saviour in the process.

The branches was cycliced,
Which is difficult for me to gasp-
I was splited like an Isomer,
Can't find a way back home -
When the substitute was around,
I was removed from the team -
But at the end, I was castenated with the family.