Neutron stars spinning fast,
Lets waltz to your tune atlast,
Poynting fluxes going haywire,
Helium envelopes on fire.
Dont hate your fat wife,
As she spills her Roche lobe,
Your gravity's too much,
For a red giant's wardrobe.
She'll keep pouring stuff
On your pretty magnetic head,
Gone will be the slow spinning days,
As you spin up instead.
Shrouded may be your proud dipole,
As she drags you from the graveyard,
But you wont cross the 700 Hz mark,
As gravity waves start playing their card.
Lets waltz to your tune atlast,
Poynting fluxes going haywire,
Helium envelopes on fire.
Dont hate your fat wife,
As she spills her Roche lobe,
Your gravity's too much,
For a red giant's wardrobe.
She'll keep pouring stuff
On your pretty magnetic head,
Gone will be the slow spinning days,
As you spin up instead.
Shrouded may be your proud dipole,
As she drags you from the graveyard,
But you wont cross the 700 Hz mark,
As gravity waves start playing their card.
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