Some people are plagued by liquor
Ill health or poverty
But I have found my nemisis
is called Zoology.
On Mondays and Wednesdays from 9 til 10
I journey to the land
of thirty million frightful terms
I cannot understand.
I've triploblastic annelids,
Crustaceans galore,
and saprophytic coelenterates---
what man could ask for more?
An embryo's an embryo
why can't they let it be?
Those anions and chorions
will be the death of me.
I see a pair of neural folds
and think they've hit their peak;
But ectoderm and mesoderm
beget the primitive streak.
Dioecious and epiboly
are nice to have around;
But what good will they do me
when I'm six feet underground?
The frog has eighty thousand parts
that swim within my head;
If I were running this screwy course
I'd number them instead.
I tiny zygote I once was,
and so were you, you know;
Mitosis made us big and strong--
Zoology blew the show.
Osmosis and diffusion
fall in like groom and bride;
You take them back Mr. Darwin,
they've got me stupefied.
With trematodes and nematodes
this course sure packs a punch;
I never knew this much Latin,
but to me it's out to lunch.
I curse and sweat the night away
fo what I cannot see;
To wrestle with a dogfish shark
If I live to take one B?
I know of statocysts and pores,
of blatomeres and clams;
of polychaetes and neural plates,
but still flunk my exams.
Perhaps my trouble lies within
the way I run this race;
and maybe Phylum Ignoramus
is where I should be placed.
But one thing's still for certain,
when they ring that final bell--
Lord, keep that portal open wide,
I've served my hitch in hell.
© 1997 snipe_hunter@hotmail.com
Get your own Free Home Page