AN ODE OF SCIENCE

By- the-Varnika

I went to the doctor to find the cure of my disease,

All he said was that, the problem was with me.

While studying helminthes I found my stomach ache While killing a mosquito I had itching on my face.

I ran an extra mile north,

To keep myself fit,

The next day I found,

Malnutrion the biggest risk.

I ran another mile south, to find my heart race,

But I was just an amateur student,

So I thought it might just break.

I never ate berries,

Because I never wanted carries.

The doctor came again,

To treat me at home.

He said don't make excuses,

You have third year syndrome,

I asked him what it is,

He said he himself doesn't know.

So I searched it on google,

It said too much biology syndrome.

HOLA,

I wrote this poem for a competition and it was praised a lot,

so I thought why not just put it up too.

And I'm out.