Burning silo is holding the next Festival of the Trees and coturnix suggested a poem. So I wrote one:
I think that I shall never see
A definition of a tree
For trees evolved in many ways
With diff'rent forms, in diff'rent days
So resolution of the term
Requires phylogeny, not form
So Aristotle was not right
To hold morphology to light
And think that habitat would be
Enlightening, and nor should we
I know. I amuse myself sometimes... well, all the time, really.
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It's that time of year again---the time of year when everyone gets the sniffles, and everyone wants an antibiotic.
A more than unusually obscure headline perhaps. Here's the link. I noticed, because my watchlist contained a pile of changes like:
Over the past few years, the incidence of Clostridium difficile infections has risen in the US, and 14,000 people have died from the persistent diarrhea this bacteria causes.
One of the best little poems I've ever read. But I don't think Mayr would be too fond.
That was the point! :-)
It's an excellent little poem but I'm afraid my first - unworthy - thought was of another little work on the subject by S Milligna.
This inspired me to write a clerihew:
John Wilkins, philosopher
Human or gorilla?
How to distinguish?
He keeps asking himslf.
Bob
It is no accident that I was a great fan of the Well Known Typing Error, and Puckoon was one of my childhood companions...
You silly twisted boy.
Bob
I don't know who you are, sir, but you've done me a power of good.