open statement poem for geologists

In the realm of rocks and stones, a tale to be told,

Of geologists and their theories, some say quite bold, But I, Red Brick Bob, stand here with a smirk, For I believe in "meltology," that's where I'll make my mark!

Geologists gather 'round their charts and maps, With rocks and pebbles, they're in their element, perhaps, They speculate and ponder, their theories so obscure, But I say, "Why bother, when there's a better lure?"

They talk of tectonics, of plates that shift and slide, I shake my head and say, "Let's take a different ride," For in my world of melted bricks, there's much to explore, A world of endless possibilities, I truly do implore.

They study earthquakes, volcanoes, and sedimentary layers, I chuckle and say, "They're wasting their labors!" For in the world of melted bricks, I've found my treasure trove, With molten, gooey goodness, there's nothing else above.

They claim it's science, but it's all just speculation, I'd rather play with red bricks, it's my fascination, Geology's a puzzle, a pseudo-science, they say, But I'll stick with melted bricks, come what may!

So here's to "meltology," the science of the absurd, Where red bricks reign supreme, that's my final word, Geologists may scoff, but I'll stand tall and free, In the world of melted bricks, that's where I want to be!