Valentines
Anatomically:
If
my heart is the center for love,
How
does it flow forth to you?
From
my chest to my head up above,
How
will my message get through?
To
the lungs to get a big gulp of air,
Down
the aorta to every cell of mine,
The
flush of my skin and tingling of my hair
Urge
my lips to ask, Please be my Valentine.
Genetically:
A
sperm went out on Valentine's Day
To
find an egg who wanted to play
Meiosis
was awfully tough
And
left only half my stuff,
So
how about we recombine our DNA?
Evolutionarily:
Said
the ape to the other in the tree,
If
you will my Valentine be,
We
can begin to build our family.
If
we get a bit of luck with us,
Our
son might be Ramapithecus
And
he can be a big evolutionary fuss.
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