Best Biologist Poems
You,
A creature so unlike a dinosaur,
Pallid, weak and frail.
No fossil in the stony flesh of Mother Earth,
Unlike trilobite, leaf or snail.
Worse yet, no one searches for your trace,
Or recognises that you're missing,
They're all wrapped up in studying,
Fornication, fondling and kissing.
No biologist, paleontologist, anthropologist,
Searches for your presence, growing frantic,
To find at least one before the Great Extinction,
The last of the true Romantics.
T'is true they're not searching for you now,
Without rutting their interest is small,
They'll learn one day that the old ways were true,
And again you may hear hopeful calls
I shall but send a fluffy Jedi …for the mythic unicorn already lives in you.
To PD from N.O.
*according to biologist Dr. Myron Shekell, Washington University, Yoda was modeled after a tarsier due to its huge eyes, tiny frame, and the fact that it speaks a language of its own.
www.dailymail.co.uk/ sciencetech/article-2907235
One morning Dee woke to find the most unusual toad
Perched o’er the water line in the “bowels” of her commode
She put on gloves and sought to catch the elusive creature
But no matter how hard Dee tried, she just couldn’t reach her
So to the local newspaper, Dee wrote for assistance
A letter to the editor described Dee’s persistence
To her shock, the letter appeared the very next day
With her email below it for helpful hints to convey
Nearly seventy emails made their way to Dee’s inbox
Suggestions aplenty on how this critter to outfox
Some offered to come to Dee’s house and catch the motley toad
A biologist warned, “It can’t swim; don’t flush the commode!”
Dee lived very privately and wanted no strange house guests
So she declined “in-person” offers to pursue this quest
By day the toad managed to slip out of Dee’s gentle grasp
At night Dee reached for a toothbrush, felt a slithery clasp
The toad she called Todd was quickly escorted out the door
Although the potential for warts, Dee certainly abhorred
Newspaper staff got a kick out of Dee’s predicament
They called the next day to find out how her efforts had went
To all of the kind emailers Dee wrote of her success
But the public’s interest Dee was unable to suppress
So she wrote another letter, proclaiming, “The toad’s gone”
Concern for this toad was a noteworthy phenomenon
Beneath Dee’s letter describing Todd’s new outdoor abode
Was a cartoon and an ode to the toad in her commode
*Believe it or not, this is true!!! Happened to me when I lived in a wooded area.
A helpful biologist said it was a "tree toad" and couldn't swim.
Some people want to become a WRITER
some people want to become an ASTROLOGER
some people are interested in the feild of HISTORY
BUT what will i become for me, its a MYSTRY
MY mom always wanted me to think about my CARRIER
so last year i wanted to become a SOFTWARE ENGINEER
BUT before that my heart fell upon being a NEWS REPORTER
then i thought that my life would pass by asking " hellow ma'am
will this incident effect your CARRIER
THE first dream of mine was to become an AIR HOSTESS
serving people in the plane; coffee or tea with sugar more or LESS
I am a girl who keeps getting confused what to become and what NOT!!!
so many feilds to go in, BUT I flush all of them in the POT
SO this time i finally decided to be a MICRO BIOLOGIST
molecules , atoms , elements , all it is what this feild CONSISTS....!!!!!
In the northern hemisphere narwhals grow
With only two teeth you think that’s a poor show
But the prominent one grows into a sword
Breaking through from this creatures’ upper lip jaw
It spirals clockwise up to eight feet
This ivory tusk is quite unique
In the southern hemisphere it grows the opposite way
Counter clockwise biologist state
This tusk is a sensor they use for many things
Sometimes a contest to win mates of their dreams
They use this as a pick to break through the ice
This pointed spear will suffice
It's a very good weapon to ward of danger
In studies it’s also shown as some sort of ranger
It can even detect a change in external situation
Making checks it can pick up on temperature fluctuation
And a chemical analysis this sensor sends waves
It’s connected to this mammals heart and brain
They can slow it down or make it beat fast
This is one awesome creature of the past
That lives in the ocean deep and dark
A mystical warm blooded whale of the sea
A beautiful unicorn, you don’t often see
© Copyright KC.Leake
17th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For Competition October 15th 2015
Extraordinarily
sterling law pedigree
Jackson, Ketanji Brown's
confirmation went down:
no ugly fight.
Ology, Elegy
What's this fresh hell I see?
Lenient sentencing,
can't define womanhood,
natural rights.
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Name ordered based on meter only: dactyl, dactyl
As an answer to a written question, Jackson wrote, "I do not hold a position on whether individuals possess natural rights." In a country where our Declaration of Independence reads, "“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness," that answer alone should have been grounds for disqualification, but SCOTUS has become entirely political.
Further, she would not provide a definition for a woman, indicating that "she was not a biologist."
I have no issue with her race or her sex. We have a black man and several woman justices. No issues there whatsoever!!! Not supporting a common understanding of natural rights is disqualifying, IMHO, but congrats to her, she's confirmed. Elections have consequences.
Just calling 'em like I see 'em...
An old biologist named Ulysses
Had a job identifying species
Ulysses was ****-backward
His technique manufactured
'Stead of faces, he examined feces
Some biologist or perhaps romantic engineer
may have found it in the insert, turn, genetic
Click and lock of our male and female union
The shining, lubricated slide of parts
offered up, plunged and seated does
Seduce - but more in them than us
For in these angels' perfect fit
and finish true
Marriage
exists.
THE ARCHAEOLOGIST’S WIFE
Sorry I cannot say her name, you all know her well
She was my brother’s wife at the Kimmerdale
My brother was an archaeologist
He found a pot in Egypt
In Tutankhamen’s chamber
Believe me it was made of amber.
And my brother’s wife, Karen
Her dad came from Ely Arden
Mom from Billy Budd
Brother Tim from Barracks quad
They all are family Barracuda
They pounced on the pot
Sadly, it smelled the rot
In September, 2004
I was on India tour.
What did my brother do?
He crewed on a ship
Crossed the Mediterranean
And reached Egypt
Met Mr. Hippit
A biologist by profession
After close inspection
He found a predator
Inside the amber
His wife Karen Barracuda Pamber
I heard the story on coming back from India
I gave my brother a Cashmere shawl given by Mr. Scindia
You all know in the year 2013
He married the daughter of Cruise Martin
Sorry, I cannot say her name you know her well
She was from the family of Rapunzel
Her eyes were amber
Elizabeth Rapunzel Pamber.
Copyright: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
7th November,2014
WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall.
Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took them home,
a few snaps then straight on the phone.
Spiders safe the foray still on,
back to the field, new adventure.
Grasshoppers caught our attention,
Stridulating a strange creature.
Time moves on we check our records,
nature now, too many discords!
A huge grasshopper came our way one day
couldn’t help but catch it, couldn’t let it get away
Just wanted to observe it, the biologist in me
never saw such a thing with its kind of beauty
Bright green wings on a plump green body
I swear it really looked ever so juicy!
We sure didn’t know what to feed it
so we put in some leaves, just a little bit
I guess it ate too much, for its belly looked bigger
Uh-oh. Toilet emergency for this poor hopper!
It seemed to stiffen up, even concentrating
who knew that insects also did that kind of thing?!
At first it was just a little bit, coming out of its butt
then suddenly it seemed, it was spilling out its guts!!
It was something light brown and a little bit frothy,
we were mesmerized, but we also felt guilty...
Whatever did we feed it?! It’s been five minutes long
and still it wasn’t done, something was wrong!
Poor green hopper, with a bad case of the runs
Please don’t die on us, will promise you the sun!
It was super bubbly, it was frothy, it looked even kind of sticky
Hoo boy how I wished that I studied entomology!
The grasshopper looked so tired after that ordeal
But wait up, its tummy looked like it could use a meal!
We looked a bit closer, and saw these light brown grains
Whatever was it? It was driving us insane!
My sisters and I honestly never saw such a thing
so decided to do a bit of web researching...
Turned out that grasshopper wasn’t even pooping...
it was actually doing a lot of egg-laying!!
We found out it was so rare to witness that
for grasshoppers laid eggs by burying their butts!
**note: we actually improvised on this, felt bad for that momma grasshopper to lose those
babies, so we buried those pods ourselves in a patch of soil...we released the grasshopper
the day after and I think less than a month later, we saw these baby grasshoppers hop,
hop, hopping about! It was truly amazing!
***submitted for Amy’s “I Saw with My Own Eyes” contest :)
Charles Darwin’s House
I was born in Darwin’s House,
After the Christmas of Fifty-Four,
Right on the Edge of Ilkley Moor,
Charles lived there, just a bit before.
St Winifred was its name in my day,
From Wells Terrace it evolved.
Darwin stayed there till the heat died down,
His works on Evolution solved.
Scientist, Biologist, very clever man,
His findings upset so many for so long.
Widely recognised as evolutions Bible,
So many swear, he got it wrong.
Their petals feel like velvet
And they prance down a line
Looking like miniature bells
Foxgloves, beautiful foxgloves!
I hide in their meadow
Hoping to never be discovered
Others can do the wash and the cooking
I am studying vegetation
I am a biologist
I am a geologist
I am a scientist
Sister can do the laundry, not me, never me.
Biologists smell of True Nature
For choosing to Existence nurture:
Of the unicellular plants proud;
Things one can't see in a voice loud;
No deserved shaming of The Vulgar:
Bats, Climbers, Creepers, Germs and Algae,
Knowledge not quite unlike a hard blow
Biologists giving a soft glow
Our youth's favorite reproduction
They just can't want for an induction
But, ponderously, Biologists
Your subject does bear the longest gists
The strangest tongue twisters to memorize:
Names we soon forget, as we revise
All the funny words about hormones:
The progesterones, testosterones
I could Biologists hit with stones:
One cause to start nursing some cracked bones
She hopes to be a biologist
Like on the CSI TV shows
And I’m sure one day
She will wear her doctor cloths
She watches a horror movie
As she eats her food tonight
An thou it got lots of blood
She still enjoy every bite
She is tough as nails
But gentle like a flower
And just to make her smile
I call her little miss horror
She also like teaching
She’s like a jack of all trade
And what ever she sets to build
She will get it made
One time talking to her
I ask who she will marry
She said she has no one
she will marry a monkey
She can make you laugh
On days you don’t see the sun
So to make her smile
I call her little miss fun
She dreams of going to Italy
And it will come true
She is the kind of person
Completes what she sets out to do
She’s not afraid of anything
At home she is like a doctor
If there any cut or bruises
They always comes to her
She watching two and a half men
With Charlie, Jake and Allan
Then go play bingo on wire
She got some credits in hand
She likes to dance
And she can really sing
So to make her smile
I call her little miss everything