bad art
I went to the Museum of Bad Art today, and thus feel exceptionally prepared to share some bad poetry of my own. Basically, I wrote a sonnet about DNA on a dare (obviously the dare was to rhyme "deoxyribonucleic"). It's a bit naughty, in a nerd sort of way.
O, shall we intertwine our twisted strands?
It all began with unzipping your jeans
But now I note your replicating genes
Attempt a trio where a duo stands.
In preparation, we lie holding hands;
Meiosis makes a miracle of means
Inside us; working hard behind the scenes,
Are bases with encoded, pair'd commands.
The motivation for this is archaic:
It's been within our cells for all of time.
The double helix must exert its will
Through acid deoxyribonucleic.
But, I thwart reproduction in this rhyme --
I have no offspring; thank God for the Pill.
O, shall we intertwine our twisted strands?
It all began with unzipping your jeans
But now I note your replicating genes
Attempt a trio where a duo stands.
In preparation, we lie holding hands;
Meiosis makes a miracle of means
Inside us; working hard behind the scenes,
Are bases with encoded, pair'd commands.
The motivation for this is archaic:
It's been within our cells for all of time.
The double helix must exert its will
Through acid deoxyribonucleic.
But, I thwart reproduction in this rhyme --
I have no offspring; thank God for the Pill.