Limerick Poem (Creative Writing: Periodic Table Element; LAUNCH w/ Miss Smith) – Metal Turns to Dust.

A man came to a funny thought

‘Is there metal that wither and rot’

Metal that turns to dust,

One that will never rust

Exposed air is what this metal got.

 

Silver and grey the metal is found

Flat as paper; not cube nor round

Not cold but moist I plea,

Air turns tarnished dust as fleas

Results you get are very profound.

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