Mr. scientist cut a joke;and The people into laughter broke. Here is how the story goes- Listen friends and other folks. They were sure he was learned;but Wondered of what stuff he was made, For ne'er in him joy did they sight. he was a person with little delight. Mostly bothered by his work, The scientist bore a grim face. Never a smile was seen to spark, Oh! but his gravity was his ace. Friends and company a lot had he But seldom was there joy to see. Grasped by boredom sure they were Honourable as he was;they had to bear. Then the day came, the one I mean His new invention had come to the scene Sure he was hearty,for they could see Him dance gayly in the party. Not a solemn party they still can swear And the scientist had a joke to share. What was it ? They cannot say, I'll tell you what happened that day. 'Twas something about his invetion. For them it was beyond comprehension. He chuckled through his thick grave beard And peels of laughter soon were heard! Edit this poem cut or paste, Remember his jest was not a waste, For then they knew,though made of steel- He had a heart which could feel...