I Wanted to Tell a Funny Chemistry Joke, but All the Good Ones are Gone

The clock in your Chrysler Imperial strikes 3 a.m. 

Far along the dark road you spot a diner

Its flickering lights could be spotted from the Hoover Dam

A diner illuminated by a gas no diviner


As you pull into the diner lot 

You spot an old man popping pills

What a wonder medicines are for this lot 

Crafted by our special gas to cure the ill


3D printing and the countless welds of the walls 

Food, and even the scuba diver inside

The lightning you hang along the halls

Products of the 3rd most abundant gas outside


The 18th element on the periodic table

Do not forget it, for I have just told you Argon’s fable



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