2015 #2

The Result Of Another Neuroscience Lecture

"I can't draw very well." he shyly confessed,
As he attempted to draw a mouse, undressed.
He swiped his chalk to make a nose,
I didn't quite see it, were those ears or toes?
With hesitant fingers a mouth beneath,
Was sketched- an unwieldy bed sheet.
He stepped aside to inspect his art,
Those bulges looked like clouds from a fart.
The irony that I found rather satisfactory,
Was we were studying about the system olfactory.
Once more, that brave man balding,
Picked up his chalk to complete his drawing.
A tiny bump he went on to produce,
It resembled the loopy end of a noose.
"This is its ear", he declared,
From stifled laughter my nostrils flared.
I looked at the large structure ahead,
It resembled a coat hanger with many a bend.
I squinted and let out a defeated sigh,
Until he added a giant, round eye!
'Aha! Now I see it!' I'm sure everyone thought,
Through the urge to laugh we collectively fought.
"Now let's draw its nostrils" he went on to say,
Which is when I realized it faced the OTHER way!
It was all finally falling into place,
But I was sure his art class he hadn't aced.