Exothermic (Yet Another New Poem)

This morning, I wrote another poem for my wife.  This one is essentially intended as a "Nerd Remix" of the Song, "My Gal is Red Hot"  (see below).  I set two main rules for myself in writing this:  (1) I could not use the word "red"; and (2) I could not use the word "hot".

Exothermic

My gal is exothermic; yours is not.

Allow me to expand upon this thought:

She violates thermodynamic laws.

Her temperature would give Lord Kelvin pause.

She radiates both infrared and light,

And shimmers like a ruby in my sight.

Her aura is a bright photonic maelstrom

Of wavelength nearly 7000 Ångström.

Allow me to continue with my boast:

Her enthalpy of fusion is the most!

Her burning beauty your gal cannot touch.

(About her ΔS, I’ll not say much.)

My opening volley is my parting shot:

My gal is exothermic; yours is not!

© 2015, Paul W. Erlandson


Here is the song mentioned above: