Old Man of the Flores

Pharyngula: Wither Homo floresiensis?
The Loom: Return to Hobbit Limbo

The grand old alpha-man exerts
His dominance. His growl asserts
That skulls don't shrink; they always grow;
There's pygmies all around, you know.
If you don't serve him as you ought
He'll break your bones without a thought.

Screw the old pretentious prig.
Let us dig! Let us Dig!
Skull and rib and thigh and knee,
Set them free! Set them free!

Learning to Fly

Pharyngula: Well, maybe another catch is if getting up close and personal with flies makes you squeamish…

You want Dipteran smut? Here's the website, uncut:
Anatomical Atlas of Flies.
You'll need, for inspection, a broadband connection
Because of its gigabyte size.¹
So shrug off your shyness and feast on the flyness
Expressed in high-res for your eye.
Come hug the homology, munch the morphology;
Have to agree, "Pretty fly!"

¹ Slight exaggeration.