Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Ionized Urn. - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The cause talkative,
The primal burns,
The honey oozing hive,
Are haunted by ionized urn.
Mr. Welding pipe,
Strive and thrive,
To be ionized with mystic knife.
Ah! the swooning under a fit,
A bear in the cover of a rabbit,
The rising of geography in history’s habit,
The jumping of quanta from forest-orbit,
All turn into an ionized urn.
Lo! my son and your daughter,
Flirt, fuse and flatter,
They are urged to have the ionized butter.
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