Einstein Me When I Try to Be So Big

Where would the stars be without WIMPs?
The \Weakly Interacting Massive
Particles, which, elude our glimpse,
Bend great lights yet stay impassive.

Our lucky stars would make a blimp
Of the universe, would plump ever
And forever, but for the crimp
And clamp, dark mattered WIMPs deliver.

Our lucky stars, grown far too great,
Implode, like victors at Versailles,
Or Yankee dominoes, with frayed
G. I.’s big banging at My Lai.

Wimps of the world, unite! Wait,
Watch, and with strange weight, stay the great.