Mitosis Poem

I had a pain in every cell,
My body didn’t feel too well,
Doc’ requested I lie down,
He looked, and then he frowned a frown…
“Ok, my guy,
Let’s try mitosis,”
Doctor said, my diagnosis,
“Isn’t COVID or psychosis,
Isn’t measles or sclerosis,
Isn’t flu or scoliosis,
Isn’t called tuberculosis!
Cells are splitting, one to two,
It’s how you grow, it’s what they do,
Not like falling, when you’re skating,

Painless! they’re regenerating!
Cells must split, they must divide,
Never causing pain inside,
Every minute, constantly
Divide in two so painlessly,,,
MIllions? Billions?
No, there’s Trillions!
Inside babies, and civilians,
Cells that split apart each day,
Without it we would waste away,
Mitosis how our own cells split,
A must for living, I must admit,
Not disease, and not a sickness,
Cells are splitting with quick quickness,
Making daughter cells to live,
A gift your body likes to give!
So go and run, and go and play,
You’re absolutely fine today!”