TOE poem

Let us honor the forces of unification

Believeing in things such as nu oscillations

And morn not the monojet that couldn?t be deader

For Carlo is coming with something better.

The seventeeth WOGU we have held in Tyama

While waiting for the word of the death of all matta.

We must pity the student in his deep dark hole

Whole thesis depends on that one monopole,

Or on solar neutrinos that wriggle about

Unless they are saying our sun has gone out.

Some of us wonder how all things came to be

Laving nary a clue but for old gravity,

And just seventeen particles, some of them quarks,

Maybe seventeen more and some of them squarks.

Something happened, they say, out in Cynus the Swan

Don?t bother to look ?cause now it?s all gone.

The Universe from Harvard looks like suds in a sink

So crash your computers and take time to think,

The Theory of Everything if you dare to be bold,

Might be something more than a string orbifold.

While some of your leaders have got old and seleotic

Not to be trusted alone with things heterotic

Please heed our advise that you are not smitten

The Book is not finished, the last wrod is not written.

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(--qtd Glashow and Bova, Interactions, p333)