Friday, August 14, 2009

This tale's got no head or tail..
But this is how it goes..
Brothers of a kind..

Lived merrily close..


Together they slept..

Together they rose..

Shared food, shared water..
Even the air from the nose!


In came a pretty intruder..
And conflict grows..

Men being men..

excitement overdose!

One tugged her hand..

The other pulled her toes..

Yet other got the waist..
One clinged to her skirt's bows..

Some sang love in groups..

Solo performances some chose..
But each in its way..

Screamed hard so she knows..

She was a bit too promiscuous..

More than one she chose..
One must always have backups..

Never know when wrong something goes..

Variety be the spice of life..
As she already knows..
Picked the uniquest most..
The commons she dispose..

Brothers more alike of the kind..

Lost in the crowd sat morose..
While the smart and loud and clear..

Struck the winning pose!

Each note of their songs..
All their highs, All their lows..

Along with their lady's name..
In files in golden letters.. forever glows!

...
An ode to extracellular single unit recordings in the olfactory bulb! :)

2 Comments:

  1. sujaan said...
    nice poem... but do enlighten me on the connection with OB...
    Arkarup Banerjee said...
    amazing!!! i think i got most of the intended analogies... very smartly done. keep it up and do write more often.

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