The Fifth of November, 1955

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The scientist hanging a clock,

Who knew on that date,

That fortune and fate,

Would reveal so much more to the Doc.

Doc Brown, Doc Brown, he did invent

Such objects of folly, with good intent,

He tumbled and fell in his lavatory

But soon after took to his lab'ratory

For though he’d been woefully injur'ed

A vision unfurled in his bruis'ed head

Great Scott! Great Scott! From this disaster

Great Scott! Great Scott! The Flux Capac'tor!

And what did he do with it? Build it!

Archival ink on paper, 6x8".

The original drawing is now owned by a private collector.

I’ve also done a reading of this poem on YouTube.



