Monday, April 7, 2008

Ode to IRMA

, when I see or hear the name IRMA
I find I’m thinking of canals of dimly-lit derma.

It's no longer the name of any octogenarian
Nor antique moniker of my alma mater's librarian.

It’s a brand-new horizon where the sun doesn’t shine
With researchers committed, and much left to define.

So bonded are we as advocates through IRMA
For prevention for all on our spinning terra firma.

You’ve gone all out and are now dialectal
With romance language going rapidamente rectal!

Among your menu, the French and Italian make that so
OoLaLa, IRMA, what a lingua-franca-folio!

[by ada]

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