Ode to Genetics

Ode to Genetics

Oh I’m so bored in class,
My prof Is such a bore,
Oh I could cut my wrist with glass,
This crap just makes me want to gag.

Genetics is my curse,
With all of these forsaken allele,
Which makes it all worse,
Is how Mendle makes me feel?

Oh this can’t be what the monk thought,
With genotypes, phenotypes and Drosophilae,
When those pea plants he so cautiously bought
Listening to this is worse then having Gonorrhea.

DNA is actually quite a bore,
And RNA is rather quite lacking,
It is the chromosomes that I uphore,
With all its chromosome mapping.

The “X” chromosome has PMS,
And the “Y” a one track mind,
Meiosis makes a mess,
And is crisis Mitosis is rather unkind.

Morgen obviously smelled to attract flies,
Mendel had a thing for peas,
Avery maliciously murdered many mice,
But I’m not interested in any of these.

Writing this keeps me awake,
When all those around me snore.
How much more of this can I take,
When mutations seem to beat my head sore?

I learn about “leading strand” and “legging strand”
And all about Origins and Homologues pair,
But how much more of this can I stand?
And our prof talks as if I care!

While I from homozygous and recessive distinguish,
And all the while try the info to retain,
You just shut your mouth about English,
And NEVER in philosophy should you complain.