Wednesday, March 16, 2005

We Should All Be So Fortunate--No, Really, We Should! Where's Mine?

Pharyngula: It Was Twenty-Five Years Ago Today

Five-and-twenty years ago,
a lab-rat wed a queen.
(How he did it, we don't know;
the like, we've never seen.

Did he grow her in a jar,
from stolen DNA?
Did she come from some place far?
Did he have

No, by all that's curious,
their love was fair and true.
The wedding vow was spurious,
but not the "I love you."

Mock I might; I am a wag,
but here's a rebel tear;
PZ's troth is in the bag;
mine lasted just one year.


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