It’s Valentine’s Day, in case you hadn’t noticed, and red roses are the order of the day. To celebrate, we thought we’d run a competition to help you declare your love for science.
The prizes are suitably science-y (not to mention romantic). We’ve got a pendant to give away, with an anatomically-correct heart – four chambers, mammalian, complete with major blood vessels. And for those more into genetics, there’s a pair of his-and-hers chromosome towels monogrammed XY and XX respectively. Plus a DNA pendant – simple but elegant.
What do you have to do to get your hands on these prizes? Just declare your love of science through a poem. You might choose to woo us through a sonnet, ballad, haiku or even a limerick – whatever warms your heart. Here are some examples to get you inspired:
Roses are red, violets are blue,
We study petal gene expression in situ
The features we can barely see,
Are vital in taxonomy,
And horse fly species, though we swat ‘em,
Are featured with a popstar’s bottom.
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
And you have 10 times more bacteria in your gut
than cells in your body – true.
You have until the end of tomorrow, Friday 15 Feb, to post your poem in the comments field below. Winners will be announced on Monday, once the red roses have wilted.
If you need more inspiration, read about some of the research we’re doing that has real heart.
Update Friday 15 February 5pm AEDT: Alas, our poetry competition is now closed. Thanks for all the fantastic entries, it’s clear you truly do love science. Keep an eye out for our post on Monday, where we’ll be announcing our winners.
Everyone wants to get their hands on these prizes. Be quick and get your poems in!
15th February 2013 at 8:35 am
Love Her Splendour (as not sung by Elvis Presley)
Love her physics
Love her maths
All other aspects too
For science has given the world so much
And I love her true
14th February 2013 at 10:11 pm
My love for Science,
Is of the purest form –
A crystalline structure,
A perfect storm.
My Science is special,
More special than love –
Substances change form,
Or sublime up above.
My Science is hot,
Transferring me heat –
Thermodynamics,
Makes it so sweet.
My Science is vast,
Star-studded skies –
Glowing in the dark,
A luminescent prize.
My Science is lively:
Carnivorous plants,
Camouflaged beasts,
A courtship dance.
My Science is moody,
Deep grumbles shake –
Irksome volcanoes,
A tsunami lake.
My love for Science,
At absolute zero,
Still burns red hot,
As it is my hero!
14th February 2013 at 10:04 pm
Should you require an appliance,
to ensure your rogue data’s compliance,
Take a shredder to it –
remove the bits that don’t fit,
and your theory will soon be hard science!
S&S
15th February 2013 at 11:22 am
Heh.
14th February 2013 at 6:29 pm
Mass spectrometer
Why you no detect ions?
Stop breaking my heart
14th February 2013 at 6:24 pm
Moss needs rain for sperm to swim,
So the egg she holds can be found by him.
Their diploid child, the sporophyte,
Grows out of her head – sounds odd alright.
It lives its life in this in this strange poise,
Releasing spores that are girls or boys.
They grow the moss that’s soft and green,
A haploid plant, odd though it may seem.
But poor moss plants can know no love,
Until the rain falls from above.