Glashow's Poem

Let us honor the forces of unification
Believing in things as nu oscillation
And mourn not the monojet that couldn't be deader
For Carlo is coming with something much better.
The seventh WOGU we have held in Toyama
While waiting for word of the death of all matta.
We must pity the student in his deep dark hole
Whose thesis depends on that one monopole,
Or on solar neutrinos that wriggle about
Unless they are saying our sun has gone out.
Some of us wonder how all things came to be
Leaving nary a clue but for old gravity,
And just seventeen particles, some of them quarks.
Maybe seventeen more and some of them squarks.
Something happened, they say, out in Cygnus the Swan,
Don't bother to look 'cause now it's all gone.
The Universe from Harvard looks like suds in the sink,
So crash your computers and take time to think.
The theory of everything, if you dare to be bold,
Might be something more than a string orbifold.
While some of your leaders have got old and scleotic,
Not to be trusted alone woth things heterotic,
Please heed our advice that you too are not smitten -
The book is not finished, the last word is not Witten.

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