After the success of the first attempt at group Christmassy rhyme, I thought we might try an assault on the best known poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the bleak laboratory, frosty postdocs moan,
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Now That's What I Call Poetry 2
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- Monday, 15 Dec ember 2008 - 09:29 UTC
Last updated: Monday, 15 Dec 2008 - 09:29 UTC
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Does the first stanza of particular poem strike anyone else as completely fatuous?
Sorry, that doesn’t rhyme, does it?
Do you mean the original, Richard, or my attempt to start a new NN masterpiece?
I disapprove this evident attempt to waste precious research time as we approach the critical end of year period…
Oh alright then
But I should read
In the bleak laboratory
Frosty postdocs moan
The PI hard as iron
Heart is made of stone
Paper writing
Paper writing
In the bleak laboratory
Long ago
Brian #1, the original, of course.
Brian #2, thank you. I might have had to shoot Brian #1 otherwise.
Excellent, Brian – just a couple of minor tweaks required (other contributors?) – an extra line corresponding to ‘snow had fallen’ before the repeated pair of words, and the last line should rhyme with the repeated pair ending. (In the original Snow on snow/long ago.)
Our Clegg, network cannot hold him
Nor Earth contain
Grant and Gee shall flee away
When he comes to reign
In the bleak laboratory
The RA pleads and begs
To the network lord supreme
Brian Clegg
I’m feeling a bit like a mum at a party with pass the parcel in full sway, and the birthday boy is taking rather too much wrapping. ‘Okay, Brian, let the others have a turn now… Brian! Be a good boy. Let someone else have a go…’
So we need a fixed stanza 1 (see above), any tuning on stanza 2, and some dramatic development in stanza 3, please!
For the missing line in Verse 1, how about Biros waiting"? It’s the best I cab do.
Brian – will you choir be available to sing the complete version?
Bob – for a large bribe. And more excellent, high quality input to the words…