Letter Of A Young Polish Nobleman,
Warsaw, 1759

There was a farce performed the other day
In the cathedral, where, as is my wont,
I'd gone to mass.  While kneeling near the font,
I saw, when I had just begun to pray,

A mob of filthy Jews swarm up the aisle
To be baptised.  The King himself was there
And even stood as sponsor to a pair
Of thick lips with a most unpleasant smile.

Back home, I asked my steward, Mendel Gryn,
What it had been about.  "Pan Casimir,"
He said, "The man you saw was Yankev Frank,

Those were his followers: they claim that sin
Leads Man to God, but now, baptised, I hear
They've all been raised, by law, to noble rank."

Lawrence Hall
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                        Not Quite as Gregor Mendel Observed

Our cars are layered in pollen dust
That each old oak by nature yields
Especially on the poor windshields
Well-fertilized, and as nature must

By early summer –

Young windshields scampering across the fields

Love is a PCR reaction which always runs,

Love is a Centrifuge that always turns,

Love is the brightest of gel bands,

Love is the successful experiment of the luckiest hands,

Love is the paradox that Levinthal showed,

Love is the secret in every Protein fold,

Love is the compatibility of MHC's,

Love is greener than Mendel's peas,

It encompasses us like a fatty micelle,

It is an active synapse between the neural cell,

Love is fullerene a Bucky ball,

It is a hydrocarbon that cages us all,

It is a cat in Schrodinger's box,

It is fatter than the book of Nelson and ***...............

pavlov kicks his snarling dogs,
stomps their greedy, hungry paws!

mendel needs his daily greens,
so he eats his ******* peas!

around around around we go;
we would prefer not to know.