’Twas theory, and the Synchrotrons
Did yield and hurtle in the Drift,
All anti- were the Positrons
And the Bubble Tracks so swift.

Reveal the Jabberquark my son;
Their charge conserved, they interact.
Reveal the Gluon in the Hadron
Holding them intact.

And as his brain did cogitate,
The Jabberquark, with Hidden Charm
Did seem to strongly mediate
Through Bosons in his arm.

He took uncertain pen in hand
And warped his random head with thought
Of Quark and Lepton symmetry
In the particle he sought.

One! Two! Schrodinger’s Equation!
The postulator fast prepared
The number of the Baryon
By E = mc².

And hast thou found the Jabberquark,
Its Top, its Strangeness, its Beauty?
Oh Prize Nobel, you’ve made your mark
Upon the Unified Theory.

’Twas theory, and the Synchrotrons
Did yield and hurtle in the Drift,
All anti- were the Positrons
And the Bubble Tracks so swift.

John Hawkhead

John Hawkhead is a poet and illustrator whose work can be found all over the Internet. He lives in Bradford on Avon in the UK.