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Nucleus, v. 3, issue 2, Winter 1941

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5 Dippy Poetics
(So popular indeed was the last Dippy Poetic, that we are yielding to the eager cries which have poured in from all sides, and are presenting herewith an entire page of our favorite verse. Any Poetics of your own would be appreciated.)

MOONSTRUCK

A rockeship flew to the moon.
It didn't try to stop.
The pilot was sort of a goon,
His head was like a mop.

The ship it hit the moon right smack,
It landed on the rocks.
The pilot was kind of back,
He played a music box.

He didn't know that he had died,
Until he felt a price.
He looked around, and then he signed,
For 'twas the Devil's stick

******

There was a fan so dumb,
His brain was always numb 
He ate a book
That he mistook
For a great big plum.

With knowledge thus obtained,
He to all explained,
"If smart you be,
Eat books with tea
To help your mind so maimed."

The fans, they tried this out,
Without a single doubt
That it would work.
But by some quirk,
It made them very stout!

******

There was a very nutty man
Who also had an awful pan.
When people saw
He was a bore
They know he was an s-f fan.

allfansarecrazy allfansarecrazy allfansarecrazy [etc]

"...They know the willings of the world,
The latest flippancy;
They know each jest at hazard hurled,
But know not me.

"They know a phasm they name as me,
In whom I should not find
A single self-held quality
Of body or of mind..."

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5 Dippy Poetics (So popular indeed was the last Dippy Poetic, that we are yielding to the eager cries which have poured in from all sides, and are presenting herewith an entire page of our favorite verse. Any Poetics of your own would be appreciated.) MOONSTRUCK A rockeship flew to the moon. It didn't try to stop. The pilot was sort of a goon, His head was like a mop. The ship it hit the moon right smack, It landed on the rocks. The pilot was kind of back, He played a music box. He didn't know that he had died, Until he felt a price. He looked around, and then he signed, For 'twas the Devil's stick ****** There was a fan so dumb, His brain was always numb He ate a book That he mistook For a great big plum. With knowledge thus obtained, He to all explained, "If smart you be, Eat books with tea To help your mind so maimed." The fans, they tried this out, Without a single doubt That it would work. But by some quirk, It made them very stout! ****** There was a very nutty man Who also had an awful pan. When people saw He was a bore They know he was an s-f fan. allfansarecrazy allfansarecrazy allfansarecrazy [etc] "...They know the willings of the world, The latest flippancy; They know each jest at hazard hurled, But know not me. "They know a phasm they name as me, In whom I should not find A single self-held quality Of body or of mind..."