It made me think of "mome raths outgrabe," and then the E on the end of "rathe" started looking all wrong (mome rathes outgrab?), and my mind's bobbin thread snarled.

I have just discovered that Thomas Hardy wrote
"And now comes Einstein with a notion —
Not yet quite clear
To many here —
That's there's no time, no space, no motion,
Nor rathe nor late,
Nor square nor straight,
But just a sort of bending-ocean."

Probably neither great poetry nor great physics, but it has a certain charm.