The Homerton Gun Poem by Timmy Curran

Runny nose, runny yolk, the man he said it
alergies is all he meant by it,
diving into an ocean too deep,
a problem many eager people have
Mathematics I so need to hear
better than seeing this algebraic fear
Overhead it hovers so close
that the smell of anticipation
slugs down the walls, as the ale down the bar
Another relic in the ear
but he was a genius for about a year
That's all some need to move the
world and tip the axis
simply ask the man who only
asked you to entertain us