Classic Poem

A love-lorn microbe met by chance
At a swagger bacteroidal dance,
A proud bacillian belle, and she
Was first of the animalculae.
Of organisms saccharine,
She was the protoplasmic queen;
The microscopical pride and pet
Of the biological smartest set;
And so this infinitesimal swain
Evolved a pleading, low refrain:
" Oh, lovely metamorphic germ!
What futile scientific term
Can well describe thy many charms?
Come to these embryonic arms!
Then hie away to my cellular home
And be my little diatome. "

His epithelium burned with love;
He swore by molecules above
She'd be his own gregarious mate
Or else he would disintegrate.
This amorous mite of a parasite
Pursued the germ both day and night,
And 'neath her window often played
This Darwin-Huxley serenade —
He'd warble to her ev'ry day,
This rhizopodical roundelay:
" O, most primordial type of spore!
I never saw your like before,
And though a microbe has no heart
From you, sweet germ, I'll never part;
We'll sit beneath some fungus growth
Till dissolution claims us both. "