Poetic Phrase from PZ
Pharyngula: Gabler gone, but it makes no difference
The Gabler is gone,
a victim of age,
leaving a terrible stain
of ignorance on
biology's page:
spittle-flecked, senile, insane.
Our textbooks were marred
by this lying old knave,
willfully wielding his warps.
"It's awfully hard
to dance on a grave
when you're still battling the corpse."
The Gabler is gone,
a victim of age,
leaving a terrible stain
of ignorance on
biology's page:
spittle-flecked, senile, insane.
Our textbooks were marred
by this lying old knave,
willfully wielding his warps.
"It's awfully hard
to dance on a grave
when you're still battling the corpse."
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