What might begin by fooling round with words,
An idle, useless exercise for nerds,
May rise fortuitously to something higher
Responding to a nobler desire,
For as the train of thought begins to chug,
One line hauls up another that will tug
Still yet another to the place of rhyme,
Rhyme shortly to emerge from the sublime.
This is a mystery to wonder at in awe
That may eventually lead one to draw
Conclusions about how the universe
Commingles rhyme and reason to disburse
New notions in the world that otherwise
Might never in a million years arise.