A short poem I wrote for my Biology class. Anyone who has studies mitosis might find it slightly amusing. Nothing wonderful, but some of the terms were hard to rhyme, and my teacher I doubt has much poetic taste, so it shouldn't be ill-received. If you have any suggestions or comments, strike up.
Quote:
There once was a cell that lived all alone
She had no friends but a few chromosomes.
Her life was a dull and pointless affair,
Her cytoplasm was vast and so very bare.
Slip and sway and slather all day
She bounced around on a microscope slide.
One day a centriole said to his twin
“I’m feeling bored, let’s go for a spin!”
They worked away like weavers with needles
And soon produced some fibrous spindles.
Stretch and sway and spread all day
Soon Interphase was under way!
By now the chromatin had grown in size
And started to form some sisterly ties.
The spindles had bloated out of control
They were soon to serve an important role.
Sprout and splay like an Aster Ray
Prophase was now building away!
Before the cell knew, her nucleus was gone
To her cell’s edge, all the spindles were drawn.
Chromatids were linked, but ready to break
They all did this now for a new cell’s sake.
Shaken, not stirred, but still in a daze
This cell had now entered metaphase!
“Oh No!” said the cell to her two centrioles
Who now fled away to their opposite poles
“Leave me be at peace, don’t break my heart
I love you all, so please don’t depart.”
But all the chromatids had gone their ways
And so thus completed was anaphase!
“Ooh, that tickles,” said the cell with a start.
Her membranes were now all tearing apart.
“Can you hear me now,” she asked of her clone
“Good.” said the other, and closed her cell phone
But with biotic schizophrenia out of the way
Telophase was the cause for this quaint double play
“It feels good to be me,” said the cell in her mind.
“I wonder who I am, and who’s that weirdo behind.”
It’s funny this, I have no way to explain.
But what on earth is that tingly pain?
And watch those centrioles, have they been at the wine?
“Come back here you lot, get back in line!”
She had no friends but a few chromosomes.
Her life was a dull and pointless affair,
Her cytoplasm was vast and so very bare.
Slip and sway and slather all day
She bounced around on a microscope slide.
One day a centriole said to his twin
“I’m feeling bored, let’s go for a spin!”
They worked away like weavers with needles
And soon produced some fibrous spindles.
Stretch and sway and spread all day
Soon Interphase was under way!
By now the chromatin had grown in size
And started to form some sisterly ties.
The spindles had bloated out of control
They were soon to serve an important role.
Sprout and splay like an Aster Ray
Prophase was now building away!
Before the cell knew, her nucleus was gone
To her cell’s edge, all the spindles were drawn.
Chromatids were linked, but ready to break
They all did this now for a new cell’s sake.
Shaken, not stirred, but still in a daze
This cell had now entered metaphase!
“Oh No!” said the cell to her two centrioles
Who now fled away to their opposite poles
“Leave me be at peace, don’t break my heart
I love you all, so please don’t depart.”
But all the chromatids had gone their ways
And so thus completed was anaphase!
“Ooh, that tickles,” said the cell with a start.
Her membranes were now all tearing apart.
“Can you hear me now,” she asked of her clone
“Good.” said the other, and closed her cell phone
But with biotic schizophrenia out of the way
Telophase was the cause for this quaint double play
“It feels good to be me,” said the cell in her mind.
“I wonder who I am, and who’s that weirdo behind.”
It’s funny this, I have no way to explain.
But what on earth is that tingly pain?
And watch those centrioles, have they been at the wine?
“Come back here you lot, get back in line!”
I'd be worried for you.