Seems Jacob, a biblical Mendel
Selected for spots, specks and brindle
Nuts, pop’lar with flocks
Produced stronger stocks
But Laban’s herds started to dwindle
(from Genesis 30)
Mendel fell in love with Grendel's mother
They married in lair of Jean-Luc Godard
They were breathless
New wave great stress
"Let us take pea soup with our big brother"
CRAZY AND YOUNG
Born in a century where the humans are taking over
Born in a country where the power is the way
In these times of my youth things have gone crazy
The dogs bark like the roar of the lion
The music has no meaning anymore; Soccer is the best occupation
Diplomatists are nothing compare to golfers
Doctor are no long given respect but thugs
I live in a generation were alcohol is a drink of life
Young but old physically as labour of sleepless nights take its toil
I live watching around if this is stylish
Why is my youth times not as fun as my father used to say his!
Where will I live if I too don’t engage to their activities too?
But why was I born to this generation, isn’t those who are
An lighten suppose to be with the some brains, maybe If I too
Was born in the generation of Newton I too would have developed
A theory of my own too, Mendel would have been my friend
We would have seen many genes that have mutated in me
Einstein would have shown me the equation of love
This generation of mine has only invented how to get a girl and a boy.
Abiku speaks..... sickle cell patient
Let me go, for I’m in pains
COS I’m guilty not,
In this case.
COS all these, are your own faults.
Am not as wicked as you think,
for I also
Wish to stay as other babies
do
Only for you, to
Have denied me, the right to
do.
I tried pleasing you, b’cos
Staying a week is a difficult
task.
I wonder whom you lent your
ears.
Cos all this, has Mendel said.
Far down early 1880s,
But it’s a pity, people still fall
victims, till late 1990s.
Always will I keep to the soil,
b’cos
I have no strength, to endure
the pains
All your claims are correct
not
For I challenge you, to show just
One, of those who came back not
With their two ears
fit
I will only stay,
If you do as the doctor says,
“Check your rhesus and your
genotype”
“Before stepping into
marriage”.
But, if you yield not to
warnings
Then, in vain will nine month
be.
For, in my royal gourd,
Will I abide!!!
The Monk and His Genes
George Gregor Mendel.
Socialized with beans and tendrils.
He never planned to marry
After he and genes did tarry.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form: Clerihew