I have many a subject,
Sometimes I will in vain reject,
The things that they bring up,
Until their time is up.

My first subject is very big,
But not big enough to be a pig.
To give him sensations,
Just give him equations!

Yes, this little man loves math,
One million answers and over he hath.
He won’t even stop for a snack,
When he’s in his answering shack!

My next subject I like,
If he hears “reading” he’s up like a spike!
He doesn’t appreciate reading that’s bad,
Instead it’s to him very sad.

Chlorine asked the dance of Sodium,
and she obliged in her own, electronegative way.

They coursed their way over the stage of the sea,
and pirouetted atop the crests of water-dunes
that chased each other.

They danced a waltz within a crowded test tube
and kissed beneath the metal roof of a glassy shaker.

This is the way of atoms and ions,
ever since there was a thing called mass
and electrical attraction.

The man clad all in white, peering through electron glasses,
would do well to stop
and take note.