Searching for the Quality button On a jar of strawberry jam I was prompted to ponder the question Of just what it is that I am The inner tubes that keep me alive The arteries and the veins The pipes and tracts and glands And ducts that every body contains
Q U A L I T Y
B U T T O N
Imagine all those blood-filled lines That simple sanguine self Red and blue – like a nursery rhyme The violet and rose of good health
Our beating hearts that thump away So our blood can keep on flowing Through thousands of miles of tiny tubes To keep our complexion glowing! These vessels share a crowded space We harbour such a mess While the brain keeps skulking silently Up there in its cosy head nest Then there’s the intestinal gut Those gurgling smelly parts Transforming all we gobble up Into pee and pooh and farts
While leaving behind some nutrients Proteins, fats and carbs Minerals, water and vitamins All absorbed in a matter of yards!
So what serves what, why are we thus It’s obvious I suppose To a doctor or a high priestess Or maybe there’s no one who knows 173
