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Ameoba Has No Backbone

Jayaha, the ameoba for the chemistry lab, was shy but she had a cause She had a mission – she wanted to be emancipated She asked me to be her spokesperson Because she sensed I was a girl who would not say no I was young then, and she was right. My lab partner had gone to the bathroom when I got my chance at the microscope. Jayaha was waving a sign that said “help me!” She was holding it with the tiniest pseudopod I had ever seen. By the time my partner got back Jayaha was in a slide in my pocket. Why couldn’t she stand up to her relatives herself you ask? Have you forgotten that ameoba has no backbone? Written 5/18/2019 Poetry Contest: Dial it Back Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/19/2019 12:57:00 PM

So cute that ending line! I enjoyed the humor. Soupmail for ya.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/19/2019 2:00:00 PM

Thank you Andrea.

David Mchattie

Date: 5/19/2019 11:29:00 AM

I've known of few of these in my time.Very clever poem my dear. Nicely done. Have a great day.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/19/2019 2:01:00 PM

Thank you David.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/19/2019 10:32:00 AM

Hello Caren, Jayaha will not get anywhere with out a back bone. I like this poem. have a nice day my friend.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/19/2019 2:03:00 PM

Poor thing; luckily she has been placed in a wonderful pond where she is thriving and loves her new life.

Allen Beilschmidt Sr.

Date: 5/19/2019 10:29:00 AM

Ah! very witty dear Caren

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/19/2019 2:04:00 PM

Thank you. I just had to figure out what to do with an ameba after I figured out the "backbone thing".

Bernard Chan

Date: 5/19/2019 9:59:00 AM

Where did you take her? Hilarious, Caren! Love our sense of humour! :)

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 5/19/2019 2:04:00 PM

She is a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother now, Bernard. She lives in a pond, and thank you for your concern my friend.