The Simple Pleasures in Our Lives

The Lonely Macrophage

(or poem i wrote in an email to the immunology prof in a spot of fun)

Lonely was the macrophage, of which APC her second name
catching antigens and phagocytosis was her game
mooching around alone in the tissue spaces all day long
sighing her forlorn, lonely, lovesick song
Then one day sauntered by in his C3b covered fashion,
a sight that warmed macrophage to great passion.
She considered her (possible) knight and his lipopolysaccharide fringe;
inexplicably drawn to the exposed IgG Fc (of which there was a tinge)

A fleeting glance, her lover proves her false as their receptors meet.
The meeting of her life, vanquished in a terrible phagocytic deed.
and upset, she stooped to digest her meeting with the bacterial fool
before the T cell of her dreams touched her MHC class two
And then, with renewed hope and stamina
she set off upon life once again, nursing Tcell's gift of interferon gamma

Moral of the story: Court not Macrophages with LPS
if one's a bacteria, avoiding them t'would be for the best.

p/s alas! this be the prof edited version.. jess had the sad audacity to mix up her cytokines hahhaa. oh and.. the first 4 lines were adapted from someplace else. lalalalal

p/s/s i love immunology! whee!!! its 2am! why am i here?

oh and marcus... haiyoh... so distracted about something until even sentences also cannot form properly.. haiz... *shakes head* i wonder why? hmm?

posted by ho @ 11:42 PM