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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