Professor Thaddeus Lowe’s Hydrogen Balloon

UP Blow it up, Professor Lowe. Blow it full, let it puff up, over the rim, higher than all walls, all churches, all hills Sulfuric acid and iron could make buoyancy as joyful as Mary Poppins’ ceiling tea party as goofy as Charlie, pre-burp, bobbing up, up, full of carbonation, pre-fan that will chop you […]

lookout

Little boy blue Come blow your horn The sheep’s in the meadow The cow’s in the corn Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He’s under a haystack, fast asleep This one I typed from memory, suprising myself. I’ve been crabby, and I’m away from home, a place of horns (historically), primarily Charlie […]