Love and Science

    

“Love makes the world go round,” they say’d,

      For years I thought ‘twere so;

That notion staid within my head

      Till very short ago.

Alas! The dreams of youth they fade,

      And shortly are no more;

One cannot keep the rosy shade

      He knew in days of yore.

“Love makes the world go round?” Alack!

      I can’t believe it now;

You see I’m on another tack

      Shades on young cupid’s brow!

And science is to blame, I’ve found,

      My argument is that

Love cannot make the world go round

      Because the thing is flat.

Jan. 18, ‘10