I met Tesla riding the 376
Back up to Bristol, licking his lips
At the prospect of throwing sticks
At the university of dirty tricks
He told me once I needed a bride
He showed me how I had no pride
Then Freud turned round and said
Einstein's Died
And so has Ego in the world's tide
But superman sat upon a park bench
And when I looked around
I saw a mensch who was talking
To a Nazi hench
About the stench of a cooking wench
It all erupted in World war three
And I hoped that Tesla didn't see
For lightning Conductors and
Time machines
Could drag him away from me
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