A Poem by Thayne Whipple
DNA
Feb 9, 2016
“Your father’s head is going bald.”
“Your mother’s toes are funny.”
“Your uncle has a nervous tick.”
“Your cousin’s nose is runny.”
“Your mother’s toes are funny.”
“Your uncle has a nervous tick.”
“Your cousin’s nose is runny.”
Yes, child recent to the world,
Your fate is not your own.
The body you’ll be using
Is something of a clone.
Your fate is not your own.
The body you’ll be using
Is something of a clone.
The scientists have coined a word –
Genetics is the name.
It means you might look funny, but,
We’ll love you just the same.
Genetics is the name.
It means you might look funny, but,
We’ll love you just the same.
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