One of my favorite childhood poems:
Fishy fishy in a brook
Papa catch ’em with a hook
Mama fry ’em in a pan
Baby eat ’em like a man
Here’s my updated version based on new medical technology:
Fishy fishy in your bod
cleaning out all your sod
from top of head to little toe
Sushi, sushi on the go
Read this excerpt from the article that inspired me to wax poetic:
“Tiny “fish” could soon be swimming in your bloodstream.”
“Nanoengineers at the University of California, San Diego, have developed 3D printing technology called “microscale continuous optical printing” that can print hundreds of microrobots within seconds, each one smaller than the width of a single hair.“
“Wei Zhu, a nanoengineering Ph.D. student who co-authored the report, wrote that “the microfish can doubly serve as detoxification systems and as toxin sensors.” When the researchers incorporated toxin-neutralizing nanoparticles into the microfish bodies, they found that their powerful swimming ability allowed them to efficiently clean out toxins from the solution. When the particles interacted with toxins, they emitted a red glow; the greater the presence of toxins, the greater the intensity of the glow.”
“The researchers are exploring the possibility of using this as a medical tool. They want to incorporate medicine into the microfish so that they can be injected into someone’s system in order to distribute drugs.”
Click on the title if you don’t believe me!
‘Cleaning out sod’–what the h*** is sod? Do I really have sod in my bod?
LikeLike
Jacqui,
Sod “the surface of the ground, with the grass growing on it.” You have no sod in your bod if the fish have cleaned it out.
(it’s called poetic license . . . mine should probably be revoked)
LikeLike
I dunno, I struggle to take Advil when my head is screaming from pain. Not sure I could adapt to “taking my fish.”
LikeLike
Shari B-P
That was funny. My highest compliment: I wish I could have written that.
LikeLike