Biol Bus Poems

Some first-draft poetry inspired by BIOL201 and the STM…

1. TWENTY-THREE is lonely

with no sisters, and a million

to one chance of survival

This is a race with no end.

This is the me-oh-meiosis.

2. A plant is turgid when wet

Hang it out to dry and it

Shrivels.

3. Me-oh-meiosis!

My Totic beats your totem

I never put much store by Eve.

Where are her sisters?

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