Since time's first tick, it's held us in thrall,
A mystery tempting, a question for all.
What if we grasped it, and twisted its flow?
I'm Professor Temporal, let the rhyming show!
A nightmare unfolded, a voice boomed with fear,
"Prove me wrong, or be banished!" it echoed so clear.
Evidence scoffed at, the King wouldn't see,
Unless with his own eyes, the truth set him free.
Without hesitation, I dismissed my young crew,
King Snoutsword the Third, with his pointed view
(A snout like his father's, and grandfather too).
He wrinkled his nose, a challenge he threw:
"Chocolate's a hoax," he declared with a snort,
"Prove me wrong, or be banished from court!"
A bar from my pocket, I offered with glee,
His monkey-like hands snatched it hungrily.
"Clever attempt," the King scoffed with a frown,
"But seeing is believing, turn this legend around!"
With a snap and a twist, the court dissolved,
A bustling marketplace brightly evolved.
Mayan-Aztecs figures emerged, in garments so old,
Cracking cacao pods, a bitter brew they hold.
"This isn't quite chocolate," I calmly explained,
"The King's first test, his smugness restrained."
"Aztecs hold it dear," I rhymed,
"Xocolatl they call it, a gift born of time."
The King, though impressed, with doubt in his eye,
Demanded a challenge that soared to the sky.
"The Big Bang's a fable," he boomed with a sneer,
"Prove me wrong, or your fate shall be near!"
Darkness descended, a snap and a boom,
The universe birthed, dispelling the gloom.
"The Big Bang!" he whispered, in reverent awe,
Witnessing creation, a celestial law.
From chaos and swirling, came stars burning bright,
Galaxies forming, a glorious sight.
The King, humbled at last, by the cosmos's might,
Professor Temporal's wisdom, a beacon so bright.
From scholar to hero, a champion did rise,
A confidante to the King, beneath painted skies.
The future unveiled, a persuasive art,
But lessons abound, that touch every heart.
So the spotlight dims, with a final, sly wink,
Professor Temporal, time's master, don't blink.
