Quarks & Aardvarks

By Scott D. Zachary

Quarks are like aardvarks,
Totally misunderstood.
Quarks defy imagination;
Aardvarks imagine defecation.

Oh, my god. I didn’t say that,
Did I? Cat in the hat—
No, somebody already said that.
Am I headlong toward a stinky scat?

Okay, let’s regroup here;
Take a swig of beer.
I’m afraid to say what I’m going to say;
Critics won’t have a clue, will they?

Carbuncle—that’s a silly word;
I prefer the first definition.
It doesn’t rhyme, but who gives a dime?
Precious stones are better than pus every time.

Let’s get back to the original thought.
Hadrons are not had-beens nor bathroom grout,
But where would they be without quarks?
Where would we be without our quirks?

Where’s my beer? Oh, there it is.
I couldn’t imagine ever using that word ‘tis,’
Unless I expanded it into a tizzy.
These beers are making me awfully dizzy.