Said Doctor Cruz, "I've got good news;
we've found an organ donor!
Your new heart is a novel part,
it has a porcine owner."
But when I heard the medic's words,
my face flashed consternation.
I didn't know if I should go
for xenostransplantation.
I give a fig if some poor pig
needs his heart to survive.
Just let him be, he's family;
I like my pork alive.
Tell saintly Pete that we won't meet;
no waiting by the gate.
I've had my fun, my race is run,
and now I meet my fate.
But don't be sad, things aren't so bad;
though worm food I will be.
When I decease, I'll leave in peace
if "Bacon Bits" goes free.
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Author Notes
Headline from The Independent, UK, 10 August, 2017:
Pig organs could soon be transplanted into humans after major 'xenotransplantation' breakthrough.
Today's word: xenotransplantation (n.) the transplantation of non-human material into a human patient.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occured to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Image: "Pink Pig", author unknown, source: http://pngimg.com/download/2203.
Licence: CC 4.0 - https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/legalcode
Image flipped horizontally by author.
Thanks for reading.
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