To my Beloved Vesta

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Miss, I'm a Pensive Protoplasm,Born in some pre-historic chasm.I, and my humble fellow-menAre hydrogen, and oxygen,And nitrogen, and carbon too,And so is Jane, and so are you.In stagnant water swarm our brothersAnd sisters, but we've many others,Among them animalculae,And lizard's eggs -- and so, you see,My darking Vesta, show no pride,Nor turn coquettish head aside,Our pedigrees, as thus made out,Are no great things to boast about.The only comfort seems to beIn this -- philosophers agreeThat how a Protoplasm's madeIs mystery outside their trade.And we are parts, so say the sages,Of life come down from Long Past Ages.So let us haste in Hymen's bandsTo join our protoplastic hands,And spend our gay organic lifeAs happy man and happy wife.

© Brooks Shirley