Biology, biodiversity, biomass, bio this, bio that. You don't get I want to just throw u in the trash.
Your biogenisis, the binary fissure, a bilateral symmetry, and the bile. Well, it's enough to make one go senile!
B-I-O-L-O-G-Y don't you get that I just sigh? B-I-O-L-O-G-Y Please...don't even try.
Biome, biomolecule, biotics. I'd really rather play on my electronics.
Bipedal, bisphere, it's enough to make one fear... B-I-O-L-O-G-Y Sometimes you make me cry. B-I-O-L-O-G-Y I'm just trying to get by. B-I-O-L-O-G-Y You really should be a crime. B-I-O-L-O-G-Y Oh my....
Categories:
bilateral symmetry, science,
Form: Light Verse
There's a mole in the middle of my belly
That gives me bilateral symmetry
For a belly dancer it might prove entertaining
Though that’s not my thing, I’m not complaining
Not a “new age” mole, this one’s a lifer
And it’s purpose I’ve tried to decipher
You see, mom had one too, in the same spot
And dad used to tease her about it a lot
He called it a “beauty mark” on her shapely figure
And he boasted she made it work sensually with rigor
So when I view this mark, I sense a connection
Genetically endowed by mom from inception
And though there’s no man in my life for a workout
Its strategic placement makes me refrain from growing stout
It’s the first thing men notice when I don a bikini
So I strive to keep the surrounding tummy teeny
Categories:
bilateral symmetry, funnymom, me, mom,
Form: Rhyme