To settle my brain I've been writing little easy-to-memorize iambic trimeter ABAB poems that contain...
To settle my brain I've been writing little easy-to-memorize iambic trimeter ABAB poems that contain essential lore, to print in case the Internet goes out. If I get enough of them I'll share them! Write one, it'll make you feel better.
![A Day at the Bleach (Purifying Water)
If the water could be bad,
And you cannot boil,
Get some bleach and don’t be sad,
Or your guts will spoil.
Go and lug a gallon jug—
Things are going great—
8 bleach drops at 6%,
6 bleach drops at 8[.25%].
Wait at least a half an hour.
Why didn’t we impeach?
Sniff the jug like it’s a flower;
It should smell like bleach.](/art/uploads/bsky/2024/bafkreiblqkeckngcur3lpruz3ju6aw4xisruiqdscu7lfzwuz3hijexkki.jpeg)
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Alt Text: A Day at the Bleach (Purifying Water) If the water could be bad, And you cannot boil, Get some bleach and don’t be sad, Or your guts will spoil. Go and lug a gallon jug— Things are going great— 8 bleach drops at 6%, 6 bleach drops at 8[.25%]. Wait at least a half an hour. Why didn’t we impeach? Sniff the jug like it’s a flower; It should smell like bleach.