My nine year old gets a chemistry set. |
From this day on my home is but a bomb; my nine year old discovered chemistry. A set gift from a neighbor near, test tubes and all that jazz; my little boy seems into it-- it’s adolescent labs. Yet labs of nine year olds are risk; they take those chemicals and agitate. A bit of sulfur in the tube, some acid just for kicks; a opaque vapor rising forth-- unstable compound mix. Refrain: (I need to buy a new fire extinguisher in case reactions of might occur. Because it’s not too hard to make nitroglycerin. I tell him the rules, but I don’t think he will listen.) From this day on the chemistry is set; my little Curie fills his beaker full. He stands upon a grapefruit crate and heats his mix in flame. The nitrate of potassium-- things will never be the same. And with aplomb he fidgets with a flask; he measures out some powdered charcoal too. He looks around like he is mad, how serious his glance! His chemistry set could ignite, because it is advanced. Refrain: (I need to buy a new fire extinguisher in case reactions of might occur. Because he’s nine years old and enthusiasm rules. Gift givers mean well, but many a time they’re fools.) 36 Lines Writer’s Cramp June 9, 2014 |