Mr. and Mrs. Boron — The story of a Chemist….

In a land far away , within hills, mountains and plains,

Lived a man with his wife , passing years of his life in vain .

No soul in the neighbourhood of theirs,

Had seen happiness in them , that they could share.

The man, Mr. Boron, loved Chemistry,

Which to his wife was nothing less than a mystery.

Sad and sorrowful, she would always remain,

Tired of her husband’s ignorance, she one day complained,

“ Enough, enough of your reading ,

I cannot carry on with my pleading .

Where are the ornaments that you promised,

Around myself, all I see, are beakers, flasks and iron stands tarnished. “

Mr. Boron, lifting up his fat self, gave a look so sarcastic,

And returned to his work station, like an elastic.

“My Dear, why do you look so morbid,

Let me see if I have something that’ll make you less torpid,

To my words, now I’ll abide,

First you take in some laughing gas , that is nitrous oxide “

Annoyed and Irritated, Mrs. Boron put on her robe and left,

Spilling tea all around, she spoilt her husband’s orange dress.

No line of tension ,no anger on his face,

Mr Boron picked up pace,

“ When will this beauty come in use at all,

I have my orange azodye, of phenol “

Then came the night and it was time to sleep ,

Mr Boron’s mind gave a beep,

“ My dear wife, would you make a tea oh so quickly “ said he

The sad woman began walking weakly,

15 mins passed and no tea arrived,

To himself he thought how will he survive.

Wished the old man, if they lived down on the plain land, where the pressure was high,

Water would boil faster and food items would be ready as a minute would go by.

Now the woman of the house , that Mrs . Boron was, said without a pause

“ I cannot bear with you, my man because,

all I smell here are odors of noxious gases and see utensils made up of Borosilicate

That does nothing to me but irritate”

Understanding his wife’s complication,

Mr Boron. Took a swift decision

“ My Dear , To your words I will not abide,

Why don’t you ease your pain,

here, take some potassium cyanide! “