The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender green;
All these have never yet been seen-
But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be so….
Oh! let us never, never doubt
What nobody is sure about!
The Microbe
Hilaire Belloc
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Poem topics: green, hope, people, pink, purple, tender, tongue, small, doubt, beneath, sanguine, I love you, I miss you, never, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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