A Poem...

Victor Galea and Adrian Yallop composed a poem sung by participants in the Guelph, Canada pre-NACOM workshop at an evening social (can you guess the Christmas tune?). I could not resist sharing it, since I suspect it mirrors the view of many who try and practice glomalean taxonomy. Vic and Adrian should keep a close watch over their shoulders, however, because a wicked spell may be cast their way one day and they may never look at spores the same way again!

On the twelfth day of NACOM

Joe Morton gave to me:

Twelve spores of Glomus

Eleven hours of talking

Ten walls invisible

Nine auxiliary cells

Eight doubtful theories

Seven bottles of Melzer's

Six hundred slides

Five. . . . more hours of talking\

Four headless chickens

Three candles burning

Two satanic verses.

And that's the voodoo of the Glomales!