The black hole raged,
Nicely engaged,
In sucking a battleship.
The atoms flying,
The people crying,
As the there was a big rip.
The black hole jerks,
And makes the works,
Of the little thing.
For it enjoys,
Juicing toys,
Escpecially the wing.
But as the space,
Meets the face,
Of an unkindly cry.
The black hole zooms,
Like a car vrooms,
For a white hole makes it die.
The ship is gone,
And now it's none,
For it got sucked before.
But the black holes free,
To a degree,
As now it is no more!
But more come out,
And fling about,
Their massive pulling power.
And they still consume,
A high volume,
To other objects cower.
So please beware,
As you stare,
In the open place.
You may see unkindly,
A black holes hindly,
For this is one strange space.
Viraj Bhanshaly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-hole-10/
