Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 25, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Microbe

by Hilaire Belloc (1870 – 1953).

The Microbe

The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath       
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots
On each of which a pattern stands,
  Composed of forty separate bands;
    His eyebrows of a tender green;
      All these have never yet been
          But Scientists, who ought to
              Assure us that must be
                           so.  . . .
                  Oh! let us never, never
                        What nobody is sure


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