Sunday, November 15, 2009
Session's on, the standing committee;
presided by the watering chief,
flamed by nation's 'turn-to' man,
with laughing nod from the lead tenor.
Lab to open past the hour of dead,
volumetric mixes in quest of cheers,
between weekend titrations,
chemists and their bedroom tales.
Studded chief turns happy master,
a bottle here - four pegs full.
No burette or measuring jar,
just bureau talks and college wisdom.
Fermented science soothe tired men,
Genuine genius in the math of life.
Bottoms up, the outsider bet,
no mystery there, just plain old booze.