CHAOS THEORY
I believe in Chaos because it seems to me
That turbulent and messy is how things are meant to be.
Take that wretched universe! Why don't planets match?
Why on earth do they vary so? Tell me; what's the catch?
Things created the same way from the same primeval dust
Must be much more similar; it's obvious! They must.
But no! They're higgledy-piggledy; some gaseous and some not;
A completely chaotic universe is what we've finally got!
So it doesn't really surprise me when things in my own life
Refuse to be ordered and dignified, but full of mess and strife.
I subscribe to Chaos Theory. Everything's so immense,
Unmatched, far-fetched and peculiar, that nothing makes much sense.
So, when his socks get lost in the wash, my husband should not get terse;
After all, I'm obeying a Law of the Universe!
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CORNY!
Imagine yourself a mouse with this lovely yellow corn!
You don't feel particularly small, for that's how you were born!
Your 'hands' aren't tiny to you; they seem a natural size.
You look out onto a mouse-sized world with your lovely big brown eyes.
Of course, some creatures are HUGE; you think they call them men.
And TINY creatures, like ants, you step on now and again.
But a mouse-size is just right; it's the size things were meant to be
For, of course, the world was made for mice as anyone can see.
And this corn is the size of a hefty meal; you hold it in two paws;
You can chomp on it for quite a while, licking your lips, because
It was made this size for a mouse to eat whenever corn is in season.
Yes, the whole world is fashioned mouse-size for one particular reason;
Mice are the Lords of Creation; the world is correctly sized.
So if you find that Heaven's full of mice don't be surprised!
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