Strings

A poem by Ann

   The theory that we're made of string
   Has scientists in a stupor
   These strings go off in many ways
   That's why we call them super

   A string is just a curvy wave
   That holds the quarks together
   And if you chop a wave in half
   It goes and joins another

   The theories of the universe
   They do not seem to match
   But this could all be laid to rest
   By proving these two facts

   That particles go off in ten
   And forces twenty-six
   But trying just to prove these points
   Has left them in a fix

   If Einstein were alive today
   He'd sort it out no doubt
   But as he's not, it's upto you
   To work the whole thing out

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