Black Holes
It takes a lot of gall
to call
A Black Hole a ‘hole,’
at all.
Holes are empty things to fill,
These are dense, and denser still,
Matter in them packed so tight
That nothing leaves, not even light.
That’s why they’re black,
like blackest coal,
But also why they’re
not a hole.
to call
A Black Hole a ‘hole,’
at all.
Holes are empty things to fill,
These are dense, and denser still,
Matter in them packed so tight
That nothing leaves, not even light.
That’s why they’re black,
like blackest coal,
But also why they’re
not a hole.
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This poem is from THE SILLY-VERSE UNIVERSE, my collection of rhymes dedicated to teaching and inspiring about our Universe!
©1999 Gary Turchin