A Poem About The Anatomy Teacher The anatomy teach gave me the creeps. So I avoided his class with persistence. My friends sang the song, "You've got it all wrong! You just have to get used to his brilliance!" But I knew it was lies when I saw his dead eyes, And he began the first class with this spiel: "The texture of hamstrings is like stringy ham, But the calf muscles taste like fine veal."

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