Twist & Flex
We should not ask
How the fairy lights
Have grown so tangled
In their box.
We should not reach
For blaming fairies,
Inbetween
Their stealing socks.
It is not magic,
Cosmic karma,
Nor some plot
Or hand of Fate –
It’s just mundane
And simple physics,
Where small movements
Escalate.
Someone, someday,
Someone else,
Will write a thesis
On the thing –
And we shall chuckle
As we calmly
Counterwind
The errant string.
Watch some telly,
Play the wireless,
Call our fam’lies,
While it’s done –
But do not worry
Why the job exists,
That’s just how
Quantums spun.
Rhyming Couplets 