Corpuscle

Moral of the Corpuscles

This story (or fable) is well know by most:
I've heard it repeated from coast to coast.
It involves two corpuscles, red to be sure,
Whose daily rewards held little allure.

Their home, by the way, was in the blood of a horse,
And their movement was dictated by a pulsing course.
Life didn't seem lonely, if the thought may be interjected;
'Cause they met quite often where the vessels intersected.

Passing opposite their friend in a seperate vein;
They would greet each other other by the other's first name.
"Hi, Joe." "Hi, Moe." "Hi, Joe." "Hi, Moe." "hi...."
Alas, there was never much time for a proper goodbye.

But the monotony of their circuit finally became clear,
It was no fun flowing unidirectional year after year.
Deciding to change streams and trading their niches;
They secceeded quite handily in making the switches.

Much happier, now, that their lives were reversed,
They went their opposite ways, the other now first,
"Hi, Moe." "Hi, Joe." "Hi, Moe." "Hi, Joe."
They were immensely pleased by the opposite flow.

But then it happened quickly, without any sign:
Their health took a dive, and they were dead by nine.
You may wonder what happened to cause their demise,
I'll tell you quite frankly, I'm not really that wise.

Well, I expect you're wating patiently for the end of this poem,
Believe me, my dear friends, I too want to go home.
The moral of this fable is readily clear, of course;
Never, NEVER, change streams in the middle of a horse.

Posted 2/8/02