Pilar’s Eyes
Two blue-eyed parents ?
Then how can a brown-eyed child be ?
If brown is dominant,
Her true-colours are right there to see.
Ah, poor Hercule,
Inheritance is trickier than that –
It’s not down to a single gene
To slot into a simple clever fact.
A type-O body ?
Then how can there then be a type-A son ?
This child is not his blood,
Once the cutting-edge analysis is done.
Ah, poor Lord Peter,
Kinship is less iron-clad these days –
It’s not down to a single letter,
Pumping through the logic of your plays.
It’s not really fair,
That your ingenuity is overtaken –
You made us feel so clever
When we thought we’d learned what science you’d awaken.
Ah, poor hindsight,
Your layman’s clues are too much on the nose.
It’s not down to a single twist
To show whose blood is blue and eyes are ohs.
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