Fred Hoyle
ASTRONOMER-GENERAL OF THE ROYAL SOCIETY! DO YOU SEE THE BATTLE STATION APPROACHING FROM THE SORTHWEAST??!!
YES!!!
Do not open this book
‘Your years of toil,’
said Ryle to Hoyle,
‘Are wasted years, believe me.
The steady state
is out of date;
Unless my eyes deceive me,
My telescope
has dashed your hope;
Your tenets are refuted.
Let me be terse:
Our universe
Grows daily more diluted!’
Said Hoyle,‘You quote
Lemaitre, I note,
And Gamow, well, forget them!
That errant gang
And their Big Bang –
Why aid them and abet them?
You see, my friend,
It has no end
And there was no beginning,
As Bondi, Gold,
And I will hold
Until our hair is thinning!’
‘Not so!’ cried Ryle
With rising bile
And straining at the tether;
‘Far galaxies
Are, as one sees,
More tightly packed together!”
‘You make me boil!'
Exploded Hoyle,
His statement rearranging:
‘New matter’s born
Each night and morn,
The picture is unchanging!’
‘Come off it, Hoyle!
I aim to foil
You yet’ (The fun commences)
‘And in a while,’
Continued Ryle,
‘I’ll bring you to your senses!’
^The above is clearly an ancient Roman manuscript dating from the third century Jesus Christ.