Rhythm is Not Just Man’s Conquest
Rhythm is in the heart of man, We play with it from when we're young; It lays down roots and helps us plan, Bunga bung bung, bunga bung bung.
Nov 27, 2015
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Sam is a Professor in Creative Pedagogies. His research is concerned with trying to engage and empower people with science, especially those from under-served communities. He writes science poems to try and communicate some of the beautiful and important scientific research that is being done on a daily basis, all across the world.
Rhythm is in the heart of man, We play with it from when we're young; It lays down roots and helps us plan, Bunga bung bung, bunga bung bung.
Nov 27, 2015
The great tits will work hard to find a mate, Putting their partners needs before their own, And science hoped to quantify this trait, To see if hunger could their love postpone.
Nov 20, 2015
A letter from a German god, Did bring new players to the game; Their moral thoughts we now think odd, And nothing now would be the same.
Nov 11, 2015
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high.
Nov 5, 2015
As artificial light blocks out the sky, The firefly’s sex life has been upset. Their mating patterns might now go awry, With light emitting diodes causing fret; And even though the males want to beget, The females do their flirtations suppress.
Aug 13, 2015