Dancing in the lab

by joetwo

Night time working, everyone else gone home
Boring repetition, test tubes and potions
The grunt-work of a scientist
Hard to concentrate
Mind wanders to the music
On the radio Spin FM, eightiestastic Bit of MC Hammer, MJ when he was black
The empty lab fills with beats from years back
My limbs start to move with the rhythm
From bench to bench, back to the fume hood
I dance and leap
Careful and graceful, spilling nothing
The apparatus of science my dance partner
The fumes and vapours my background
In no time the work is done, experiments finished
Proof that all work
Goes better, faster
With a little dancing in the lab