Packrat Poet

Joined July 2019

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Bio

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. I am very passionate about nature and want to combine science and art to enhance environmental awareness.

Stories (29/0)

C/2022 E3 (ZTF)
Under the skies of Neanderthal, There once was a green icy ball. Now it's come back around, 50,000 years bound, This week is the comet's last call.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Landscape of a Land Crab
There once was a land crab named Bligh, Who's demeanor was naturally shy. He would hide in his hole, Acting more like a mole,
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
L'Orange
There once was a duck named L'Orange, Who was particularly fond of borage. A trap we did lay, Now his name is Pâté, And we raise a glass in homage.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Flutter-Bye
There once was a fly of butter, Whose love for a truck was quite nutter. He thought it would last, 'Til it gave him the gas,
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Stan
There once was a man named Stan, Going fast was always his plan. Once he reached warp speed, It was soundly agreed, He got hard as the poor 'ol Tin Man!
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Dead Soldier
To my pounding head's dismay, It was clear there would be no café. The pot, it was sick, Not even a click, Or a light on the menu display.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Happy π Day!
A once in a century event, Around the world to be spent, Eating a slice Of Pi would be nice, To honor this ancient constant.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Red Velvet
In her futile attempt to bake, Two dozen red velvet cupcakes, The kitchen's a wreck, Now a murder suspect, A bloody red mess she did make.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Scarlet Dove
There once was a dove named Robirda, Who was known as a bit of a flirta. Then to her dismay, An egg she did lay, Now she wears a red A on her shirta.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Fleaker
The cros 'tween a flask and a beaker, Is commonly known as a fleaker. Here chemistry's played, When reagents are made, In glass that is stronger, not weaker.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Bad Bird
Much to my finger's dismay, Bad bird was in no mood to play. The moment he struck, My mouth uttered f*#%! So I flipped him the "bird" as repay.
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets
Steve Friday
There once was a dog named Steve, Whose journey you would not believe. From his four, fleet feet, To his mountain retreat,
By Packrat Poet15 days ago in Poets

Packrat Poet

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C/2022 E3 (ZTF)

Landscape of a Land Crab

L'Orange

Flutter-Bye

Stan

Dead Soldier

Happy π Day!

Red Velvet

Scarlet Dove

Fleaker

Bad Bird

Steve Friday

Stories (29/0)