Short Biologist Poems
Short Biologist Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Biologist by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Biologist by length and keyword.
An old biologist named Ulysses
Had a job identifying species
Ulysses was ****-backward
His technique manufactured
'Stead of faces, he examined feces
How much positive phosphorus is in a human body?
I hear the facts in tiny whispered scientific snatches
Stated by a biologist named Mr. John T. Roddy
Each of us has enough to make twenty-two hundred matches
I am not a communist, nor a capitalist
I am a biologist and humanist
I am happy with all animals
and all humans with no viciousness
I love the leaders who treat the people with respect and dignity
and hate those who only love money and votes
no matter his name is Xi or Trump.
What is that? I ask.
It looks like an enormous ant pile.
Taller than a two story house.
African termite mound, a biologist says.
What are they doing here? I say.
My voice sounds like a scared scream.
This is not Africa!
Terrmites heard me and moved their mound.
They might be pests, but they are intelligent pests.
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.
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
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.
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.