Magic Poem by Monita Soni

I love my lab
It is like magic

The day starts with high energy
Phones ringing, printer singing

My team is very fine
Girls hardworking and sublime

They embed the blocks
One tiny biopsy at a time

Making sure to clean the forceps
As they trim and ribbon with a flair

Then I march in, loaded with bags
books, papers, packages and all

Ten thousand do do lists
Hanging from my fists

Every ones heart stops for a dither
As I ask for this that, and the other

Reading messages, opening mail
Organizing slides, dictating reports

They forget the buzzin' in their minds
And work with me in sweet synchrony

Things are caught up, slides filed,
reports typed, copied and faxed

Reagents ordered, meetings held
Ever ready, squeaky clean

I love my lab
I adore the girls

Who misspell words without a care
But give all their southern grace

The happy couriers are always ready
To pick up a sample or two

They don't mind the detours
And sometimes even have a surprise

Of iced lemon slushies
To cool are flushed hearts.