A case of geological indigestion:
I’m one degree under.
I don’t feel too grand.
There’s a fire in my belly
I don’t understand.
My insides seem bloated,
My guts are corroded,
And – oops! – pardon me!
Looks like I’ve exploded.
Topics
- Ageing
- Astronomy
- Brain
- Children
- Christmas
- Climate change
- Dinosaurs
- Evolution
- Food
- Fossil collecting
- Fossils
- Gardening
- Geologists
- Geology
- Grandchildren
- Horsham
- Inventions
- Language
- Life
- Limericks
- Mathematics
- Memory
- Minerals
- Music
- Names
- Nature
- Nostalgia
- Personal
- Physics
- Plate tectonics
- Points of view
- Quantum mechanics
- Reality
- Religion
- Rhymes for children
- Rocks
- Science
- Sculptures
- Shopping
- Signs
- Solar system
- Technology
- Thinking
- Time
- Words
Copyright & contact:
Gordon Judge, 1999 to present. Please contact me if you'd like to use any of the poems. Email: geoverse@hotmail.co.ukThanks:
With thanks to my sources of inspiration: my wife and her Open University books; Horsham Geological Field Club, its speakers and field trips; my son for sharing his internet space; and, er, well, life, really.