DC Playwrights

“i wasn’t going to tell you –“
“i already know,” said the squirrel.
“know what?” i asked.

“gore got the nobel.”
with consolation i remarked,
“only half a nobel,” i added.
“he deserved it, i guess,”
guessed the squirrel.

“but he’s already got a grammy,”
i groused.
“i thought it was an oscar,”
said the squirrel.
“you’re right.”

“who won the prize in physics?
that’s the only category i care about,”
asked the squirrel.

“some guys named fert and grünberg.”
“it wasn’t for giant magnetoresistance, was it?”
feared the squirrel.

“yes,” i said.
“those bastards used to cheat off
of me in trig,” grumbled the squirrel.