An epiphyte mutually minding
Itself, came to a situation most binding!
To live and be wasted,
Or die and be tasted –
Both unsatisfactory it was finding!
“Please, use me for rest,
Not a taste test,”
Cried the little Mossy,
“My aren’t you bossy,”
Came a cry from Bird’s nest.
And so up the Orchid grew
In order to eschew –
But to no avail!
For it can’t prevail
When up hungry Bird flew!
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
An epiphyte mutually minding
Itself, came to a situation most binding!
To live and be wasted,
Or die and be tasted –
Both unsatisfactory it was finding!
“Please, use me for rest,
Not a taste test,”
Cried the little Mossy,
“My aren’t you bossy,”
Came a cry from Bird’s nest.
And so up the Orchid grew
In order to eschew –
But to no avail!
For it can’t prevail
When up hungry Bird flew!
We had to write "essays" in my biology class, so I wrote a poem instead. This is one of them composed out of limericks.