14 June 2012
As I walked Into the bio-lab, I saw a peculiar sight: Professor Jenkins on his knees, Having turned out the light.
He clutched in one hand a zombie mask, A halloween tool of jest, And not a sound I heard him make, as he crept towards the desk
I entered the room, confused and scared, He turned and with again no sound, He placed a finger to his lips, as he spread towards the ground.
I could see him mouth: 'get down! Get down!' So I crouched and I awaited, to see what he might be trying to do: by this time my breath was baited.
It looked as if his target was a petri-dish on the side, And he tiptoed round until he found a close enough place to hide.
The petri dish appeared to contain a mass of grey bacterium, and by this time I had assumed that Jenkins was in a kind of delirium.
He crouched, and placed the zombie-mask firmly to his eyes, then leapt out from his hiding place, whilst screaming from under his disguise.
He flashed the torch beneath his face, to make him lit from below, And leapt upon the petri dish, arms waving too and fro.
He let out an almighty scream, and the bacteria screamed back: Old Jenkins fell about the place, laughing at his attack.
I got up from my cover, and enquired: "what was achieved by the surprise?" As the bacteria quivered in fear, and the man chuckled and wiped his eyes.
He wheezed and stood up, giggling, With a smile as fixed as rock, And with a tone as quiet as wind, he mumbled: "...culture shock"
Prokaryotical Jokes • Opuss № I