A “sonnet”, with our deepest apologies to Mr. Shakespeare. Seriously. We’re sorry.
When, in disgrace with fortune and cade’s eyes,
I all alone be’weep my outcast stacte,
And trouble deaf heaven with my aldehydes,
And look upon myself, and gamma oclatact’,
Wishing me like to one more habanolide,
Featur’d like him, like him with friends indolene,
Desiring this man’s art and that zenolide,
With what I most enjoy beta pinene;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost furanone,
Haply I think on thee, and then my myrrh,
Like to the lark at break of day globanone
From sullen earth, sings iso e super;
For thy sweet love remember’d pharaone
That then I scorn to raspberry ketone.
All that and more, in our November 2015 newsletter.