'Twas the night before defense, when all through the lab
Not a gel box was shaking, with stain or with mAb;
The columns were hung in the cold room with care,
In hopes that my protein I soon could prepare.
Not a gel box was shaking, with stain or with mAb;
The columns were hung in the cold room with care,
In hopes that my protein I soon could prepare.
While extracts of barley muddled their heads.
With the tech in the suburbs and Prof much the same,
I had just settled down to another video game.
I sprang from the terminal to see what was the matter.
Away to the cold box, I flew like a flash
But the stench was o'erpowering, my teeth I did gnash.
Had the softness of kittens only seven weeks old;
When what to my view, a thing I despise,
But a half-eaten sandwich and four tiny mice;
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Read MoreI knew at a glance that it was Linus Pauling.
More vapid than undergrads, his charges they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them rude names.
On Luria! On Bertani! You silly old broth-meddlers!
To the top of the bench, to the top of the wall!
Purify! Purify! Purify all!"
A young student's body and his stomach offend,
So up their earlobes, acytes they grew,
With a sack full of antibodies, their skins turning blue.
An unbalanced rotor spinning something too huge.
From where I put my hand, to better hear the sound,
Came the snapping of sparks from a wire, sans ground.
'Cause the curl in his hair made it look like a helix.
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Read MoreOn an arm-load of oranges, he started to snack
And I realized his mania for ascorbate was back.
Not too shabby for a man who was several years dead;
The leer of his smile was just a tad scary
And the snow on his rooftop made his head yet quite hairy;
And a pile of benchcoat lay down at his feet.
He held a small vial of something quite gel-ly,
A mercaptan no doubt, for it made him quite smelly.
And I laughed out loud to spite my paranoid delusion.
A wink of his eye and a rotation of his head,
Told me whatever I'd drank would soon leave me dead.
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Read MoreAnd dried all my resins, that silly old duffer.
And separating his middle finger from first, fourth and third,
That crazy, old bugger simply flipped me the bird.
And away they all flew, letting me take the fall.
That is why, dear Committee, I am saddened to say,
I need a five-year extension, starting today.
Season's greetings to one and all!
