An Ode To Chemistry
Bell rings, in class again, with Shim trippin'
Over my outstretched legs. Head back, eyes closed,
I'm guessin' answers to this question posed.
Convertin' grams to moles, I'm grippin'
To look upon you is a thing of joy,
Though I should feign blindness, I see you well,
You seem an angel, which from heaven fell,
Quiet by accident and are far too coy
This girl once ran off to Dubai,
But once there she started to cry
So she called up her friend,
Who proceeded to lend