Introduction

I love biology as well as cutting up fuzzy woodland creatures. But this poem is for that un-scientific kid in class who let something called "morals" interfere with progress.

The Student's Lament

Cutting up a rabbit
for the simple sake of science
While I'm pointing out the pieces
of cadavers in compliance

With these rules and regulations
of this classroom that I'm in
Grabbing gobs of gooey guts
that this rabbit once had been

Like the stomach stuffed with sustinence
that gave the rabbit drive
From the flowering fields all filled with grass
that kept this thing alive

But I worry and I wonder
when I see what has become
Of my fast and furry friend
from the fields who liked to run

And I pray that my predicament
will not be put like his
With my built and broken body
by a table such as this

For there might be airy aliens
already on their way
To ponder poke and prick
and put my person on display!

Copyright; Dave Larson
Email: hemightbeagiant@yahoo.com