I Eat Poetry

"I lately lost a preposition;
It hid, I thought, beneath my chair,
And angrily I cried, 'Perdition!
Up from out of in under there!'

Correctness is my vade mecum,
And straggling phrases I abhor,
And yet I wondered, 'What should he come
Up from out of in under for?'"

~~~

E = MC2

What was our trust, we trust not;
What was our faith, we doubt;
Whether we must or must not,
We may debate about.

The soul, perhaps is a gust of gas,
And wrong is a form of right;
But we know that Energy equals Mass
by the Square of the Speed of Light!

What we have known, we know not;
What we have proved, abjure;
Life is a tangled bowknot,
But one thing is still sure.

Come little lad; come little lass;
Your docile creed recite:
"We know that Energy equals Mass
by the Square of the Speed of Light!"

(Morris Bishop)

(many thanks to acelightning)