Little by little,

He filled his kettle,

With his golden pickle.

Drop by drop,

Flowing from the trough,

Was the liquid tough.

A new colorful mixture,

An invention of elixir,

He pooled in the pitcher.

For a mind of everlasting liberty,

He found his theory of relativity,

And the elixir of positivity.

'What if opposition happens?'

Wondered the scientist Adams,

And his victorious smile dampens.

Stepping out of the lab,

Producing the invention to the chap,

He stood, waiting for him to snap.

A loud and thunderous clap,

Was what he heard,

For inventing the Elixir.

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(08.01.17)