After dinner, there was fermented quince;
Put my thoughts where they weren't 'fore or since.
Three quantum states seemed quite odd
Atoms with four would be mod.
Perhaps I should have had the mints.
One state had been named after tints.
Mine couldn't be worse — well, maybe chintz.
It put physics in a tizzy
"Wouldn't electrons get dizzy?"
Perhaps I should have called it "rinse".
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