HAPS Teaching Tip: Anatomical Poetry II

A message from Polly Husmann, Ph.D., an Assistant Professor of Anatomy & Cell Biology at the Indiana University School of Medicine where she teaches anatomy to medical, graduate, and undergraduate students.
A message from Polly Husmann, Ph.D., an Assistant Professor of Anatomy & Cell Biology at the Indiana University School of Medicine where she teaches anatomy to medical, graduate, and undergraduate students.

As a continuation of last week’s blog on poetry in anatomy, this week’s poems focus on different body systems. Many students wrote their poems about different systems or structures of the body. For whatever reason the digestive system seemed to be the most popular (disclaimer: they were asked to keep it professional).

Marvelous Maneuvering Muscles
By Jenn Pence
Your body’s muscles are very strong
They flex and extend all day long
The muscles of your neck can help you shrug
The anterior torso muscles are good for hugs
The abdominal muscles protect your guts
The gluteal muscles shape your butt
The quadriceps femoris help you kick
The glossal muscles can help you lick
The triceps brachii like to punch
The masseter muscles can chew your lunch
The orbicularis oris can give a kiss
And a relaxed urinary sphincter lets you…. pee.

Cortices
By Andrea Schmidt
I have a Motor Speech Area,
That controls how I speak.
I have a Primary Auditory Cortex,
That stores the auditory memories that I wish to seek.
I have a Primary Gustatory Cortex,
That stores taste memories so I can remember my favorite foods.
I have a Primary Motor Cortex,
That controls how my body moves.
I have a Primary Somatosensory Cortex,
That receives senses from my skin, muscles and joints.
I have a Primary Visual Cortex,
That interprets visual images in which my eye points.
I am the Cerebrum.

Pumping
By Sydney DiGregory

Starved for oxygen I flow,
Capillary to venule to vein.
Higher in the body I go,
Through the Vena Cava I drain.

In the Right Atrium I pool,
The contraction fills me with joy.
Right ventricle to lungs for O2 fuel,
I am almost ready to deploy.

Through the pulmonary veins I shove,
Left atrium to ventricle with ease.
Again with the contractions I love,
Finally, into the aorta I squeeze.

All throughout the body I flood,
I am indeed, the tissue, blood.

An American Tragedy
By: Nick Filipek

November 30th, woke up around 11 a.m.
Opening time, Little Caesar’s with my best friends
Always thought my 7 friends would have my back
Until I became part of this dude’s GI tract

I know what you’re thinkin’, I’m just a slice of pizza
But would you seriously want someone to eat ya?
Started in the oral cavity, and down through the pharynx
Wouldn’t even believe the things that I saw in the larynx

Man the esophagus is a long muscular tube
They don’t show you what happens here on youtube
Propelled to the stomach with all that acidity
Felt like I was in that gastric juice for infinity

Chemical digestion was finished in the small intestine
Absolute torture, they really taught me a lesson
From the large intestine I went way down to the anus
Now that I’m gone, I hope I’m finally famous.

I hope you all enjoy the poems- check back next week for poems about the anatomy lab experience!

 

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