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[rayheinrich]

A molecular sleuth with her* nose on,
Sniffed out a malignant transposon.
It jumped genes off their rails,
So they ate their own tails,
Coding proteins that hadn't no clothes on.**



And an alternate that (while still taking a few liberties) is more scientifically correct:

A molecular sleuth with her* nose on,
Sniffed out a malignant transposon.
It jumped genes off their rails,
Switched their heads with their tails
Coding proteins that couldn't be bound on.

*Barbara McClintock discovered 'jumping genes' and earned
a Nobel prize for it in 1983.

**Proteins that don't fold properly are sometimes referred to
as "exposed proteins" which, obviously, wouldn't be wearing
any clothes. (Improperly and immodestly folded proteins,
by the way, have a tendency to really screw things up.)

[milo]

A molecular sleuth with her nose on,
Sniffed out a malignant transposon.
It jumped genes off their rails,
So they ate their own tails,
Coding proteins that hadn't no clothes on.*

*Proteins that don't fold properly are sometimes reffered to
as "exposed proteins" and, as a rule, screw things up.

I have a difficult time demoting "jumped".

[rayheinrich]

I have a difficult time demoting "jumped".

Worry not, there's no need to burst any more neurons;
just take a jump back and let the limerick do its work.

There's nothing on any god's earth that a limerick can't
(and with devilish glee) debase, degrade, debauch,
defile, despoil, and just plain lay waste to any atomically
tiny scintillic shred of worthiness possessed by any
object (sentient or otherwise) within a seven mile radius
of said whatever we were talking about before the limerick
got a-hold of us.

[milo]

I have a difficult time demoting "jumped".

Worry not, there's no need to burst any more neurons;
just take a jump back and let the limerick do its work.

There's nothing on any god's earth that a limerick can't
(and with devilish glee) debase, degrade, debauch,
defile, despoil, and just plain lay waste to any atomically
tiny scintillic shred of worthiness possessed by any
object (sentient or otherwise) within a seven mile radius
of said whatever we were talking about before the limerick
got a-hold of us.

Ugh

[rayheinrich]

Ugh

Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us
is constantly telling himself about things. - Proust