The Tricoplax

Pharyngula: Trichoplax adhaerans
Pharyngula: Urmetazoa rising

'Twas saltish and the Tricoplax
Did slick and suckenge on the glass
For algea-nums, as tasty snacks
Digested through its ass.

The placozoan backwardly
Could not its urgenome compute,
So pondered he the Linnean tree
And whimsied at its root.

Now, while the blob was thus entranced
And whitecoats geeked the beastie's kin
To ply analyses advanced,
Front-loaders came to spin.

"Regress! Regress! Past lives confess!"
The new age destinist besought;
"You can't resist my telic twist
For nothing comes from naught.

Hast thou not grokked the maker's sig
Encrypted deep in every whit,
As hints the Behemothic FIG-
JAM's a cappella hit?"

But like the Tricoplax's sperm
The loader's preconceptual clue
Could ne'er an observation germ,
So nothing from it grew.

'Twas saltish and the Tricoplax
Did slick and suckenge on the glass
For algea-nums, as tasty snacks
Digested through its ass.