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So, this is a poem I made about the anterior pituitary hormones. It started off a bit casual, then I feel like it magically turned old-school. It's like I came straight out of the 1800 era >:) I'm calling it, The Master, since I'm talking about the master gland, and ... well you know the story (come on, you're reading a clinical chemistry blog, I'm pretty sure you get it) so here it is:
"The Master"
A mere student with a pen in the hand
I'm tasked to write about the pituitary gland
I'm no Shakespeare when I play with words
I'll squeeze my brain out to keep you from getting bored
Clock’s ticking as inspirations run dry
Thought-deprived and I begin to sigh
I’ll now speak from an old English man’s heart
A tale will be shared and now it shall start
Once upon a time in a faraway land
There exist a being called man
A number of glands rest in the flesh within
Powered by zeal as they work like a team
Wisdom unraveled a name for them
Collectively, they belong to the Endocrine system
One stood out like an apple in an orange tree
To spit mucus, is its meaning literally
Hailed as the master gland, without objection
Its absence reeks profound alteration
Under its comrade, hypothalamus it is positioned
Remaining glands crumble without its stimulation
They call it the mighty pituitary gland
Production of eight messengers, it commands
From the front end, the first six are withdrawn
Each has control to units they act upon
Growth hormone is one of them as I recall
It controls the fate whether you’re big or small
Man embodies Goliath if it’s produced in excess
A walking gnome you shall be, if it is depressed
Thyroid stimulating hormone, known as TSH
Too much would aggravate the thyroid’s outrage
Metabolism wouldn’t dare to start without its production
Too little causes a young mind’s retardation
LH and FSH, messengers that rise for a common reason
It causes the liberty of gonads during the mating season
It separates he from she, man has no choice
Controls the curve of her hips and depth of his voice
Prolactin has wonders toward the tender breast
Lactation, in this, women shall attest
To feed the young is not solely where it is addressed
It is also considered as a messenger of stress
Adrenocorticotropic hormone, the final of them all
It gives rise to the well-known Cortisol
How sweet the blood is, one of its primary callings
Overflowing, it causes the syndrome Cushing's
The mystery of the mighty gland is almost unmasked
Illnesses associated have taken man aback
How and why, we’ll answer them all
But as the master gland it shall never fall
It’s done, but alas, I acted all old-school
I did sound prehistoric and maybe a fool
I’m no Shakespeare as I’ve said before
What rhymes with before? I can’t think anymore :)
Weird ending, I know. Haha Good day people! :)
P.S Thank you, Roy for the help! :)
