If Time were a gummy worm,
Stretchy, squishy, oddly firm,
Would we tick or would we tock,
Or just bounce around the clock?
People think Time's stiff and straight,
Like rulers or a lined-up crate,
But no! It's squishy, soft, and weird—
Like cosmic Jello, perfectly smeared.
Under tension, moments twist,
Truths get knotted in a fist,
History curls like pretzel dough,
Future's a rubber band's wild throw.
Einstein's watch? A rubber duck,
Quacking out a quantum pluck,
Every fact that's ever curled
Is a wrinkled, wobbly world.
So if your day feels stretched too thin,
Or curls up tight with a silly grin,
Don't fret—just squish and softly slide,
Time's a noodle on the cosmic tide!
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PoesiaA tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital ignorance, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of the cosmos, and wher...
