Poetry from a Dublin Scientist

Not Done

The battle is over
We have lost
Ungraciously at first
But the war is not over
There is much to fight over
More ground to defend
And defend it we shall
To the last man
With our last breath
Through fair means
And foul
We still have fight in us
While we stand we shall resist
Remember that always
You may have won the battle
But we are not done yet


The Queen had an oversized throne
“It’s much too big” she’d moan
So they hacked at each leg
Back to the peg
Left a stool to get up on her own