Flatworm Beheaded Poem by Ima Ryma

When humans found us flatworms can
Lose our head, then grow it back,
All kinds of experiments began,
So many on me - I've lost track.
The latest - getting me to go
Into the light, which I avoid.
Predators see me - doncha know!
Humans stuck food there I enjoyed.
I think okay. They chop my head.
Two weeks later, a new head grew.
I went to the light to get fed.
It was food and safe. I just knew!

I remember food, but don't ask me
When's my wedding anniversary.