Thirty-two anapests for quantum chromodynamics

“From a quirk of the quark,

and some whirls, comes the world.”

With a burp, it will bark,

making girls all uncurled.

“Not just ‘strange,’ nor yet ‘charmed,’

they are ‘colored,’ but seem plain.”

On its range, it is armed

and uncollared will cause pain.

“Eight-fold way, do thou stay;

SU(3), make us free.”

And to pray, it doth bray;

gives its ghee up a tree.

“With our math, we’re the path

thus, forsooth: to the truth.”

From its mark in the park,

in pursuit, comes the brute.

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