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  237.     

Stem Cell

Nondescript ball, nonchalant in rest from function:
Purpose immense; programmed to construct; make healing.
Trigger your switch; signals now received: instructions.
Replicate; grow; energy for purpose; differ-
entiate; feed, speeding up your drive; survive: now
Build to replenish as to see regeneration.
Organs anew! Or you shall repair with flare, so
Shine, you small cell – swell! Do we see child alive to
Thrive – or is tissue now of recovered state, orn-
ate once again, working as before? Pronounce and
Demonstrate life: be your small mind so kind oh
Stem Cell.
 
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  238.     

The Dog, The Frog, And The Hog

The Dog, the Frog, and the Hog
All met while jogging in fog.
‘Twas quite coincidental,
Simply accidental:
That serendipitous meet
In pea soup, trainers on feet.
Still, now they are friends
And all rather fit;
Those comrades in shorts
And wonderfully knit!

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  239.     

The Dream Of Angelina

Angelina Jolie pulled me down and kissed me slowly
As she ran her hands all over lucky me.
She whispered in my ear: ‘I want you naked, do you hear? ’
And then mutated as she spouted: ‘'ere’s yer tea! ’

Oh no, it was a dream, so very lucid and serene!
And me missus goes and wakes me just for this:
A bleedin’ cup of tea – yes I know, ungrateful me –
I should be thankful for my years of wedded bliss.

But this was Angelina, not a bowl of semolina –
We were getting hot and steamy on the sofa.
Her lips were all a’ pouting, ‘Angie, Angie! ’ I was shouting
And my hand was moving in to flippin’ grope her!

Now every night and every day, I would beg and cry and pray,
‘Angelina please come back – look just don’t quit.’
So did she? Don’t be daft! And my wife? Well she just laughed!
‘Cos every night she dreams she's bonking Bradley Pitt!
 
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  240.     

The Last Drink

The smoothness of Guinness
And wonder of wine,
The kick of a whisky,
Brandy divine;
A port or a sherry
To help the mind purr;
Last bottle of vodka
For liver to cure.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
 
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