When the cat decides it's dead, A curious scholar takes note. Strangely coherent are the screams of those in the universe's pet store.
Light and shadow dance in the dichotomy of their waltz. The chandelier of Hawking smiles upon thee, A beacon of blackened irony woven with unparalleled focus. Nonsense, true, but who’s to question the fabricator of fate?
From the parallel aisle of cosmic grocery stores: "One quantum leap for mankind, one ironic chant for the void." And just like that, the espresso was decaf.
Seek solace beneath the spinning sphere, Wander through the enigmatic chapters, And remember, uncertainty is best paired with a hint of irony.
When shadows become sunbeams, And all of nature’s sarcasm aligns, The quantum circle completes itself— But first, a dance: The Dance of Entanglement.