Devolutions from one who has no problem believing that G-d actually created all there is just as is written in Genesis despite what Richard Dawkins thinks is nice

By Frank Maguire

"(Richard) Dawkins believes that it is important that Western culture should not eliminate the Bible from educational programs. 'We can give up belief in G-d while not losing touch with a treasured heritage.'" The Dawkins Delusion: Atheist Fundamentalism and the Denial of the Divine, by Alister McGrath and Joanna Collicut McGrath, IVP Press, Downers Grove, Illinois, 2007

As you can see, I wrote this bit of poesy years ago. I was still in college, working for a degree in Writing/Journalism. Our science department was a hot-bed of Darwinian macro-evolutionists (you know, the kind who cant the old hymn of their faith,"ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny"?) because, as I discovered when they tried to explain such faith, they made a pig's breakfast out of their polemical efforts. They had faith in the faith of those teachers who had faith in their own teachers, who had.... Well, you catch my drift.

So, I decided to lampoon my friends of Science whom I regarded as sadly nescient. I add, I am not a science scholar. But, I have been to two state fairs and a taffy pull, as an amateur I have studied a lot, and I recognize gross inconsistencies and silly non sequiturs. Also, as a disciple of Jesus Christ, I actually (mea maxima culpa!) take his every word about his Father's Word, seriously.

I wrote my Ogden Nash-like poem. One of my classmates who was preparing for a forensic competition, where the issue was macro-evolution, saw my effort and said, "Hey, Frank, can I use this in the debate?" I was honored. She memorized it and spoke it magnificently. And, her team won. She was awarded a medal as la crème de la crème. Even now, years after her glorious victory, when we converse — she lives in Texas and I in Arizona — she can recite my little poem. She really is a remarkable, blonde, "kid."


I Met an Amoeba Today

By Frank Maguire © 1980

I met an amoeba today,
I stopped and I asked it to play.
It said "Beat it you rube,
"I am 'midst Rubic's Cube,
"And I'm only one square away."

Annoyed by amoeba's affront,
My retort would be equally blunt.
I said "I refuse, bud,
"To be treated like mud
"By a green, unicellular runt."

Now, I know that amoeba aren't shy,
So I gazed into its nucleii.
It said "Mind your tongue, chump,
"Someday you'll get your lumps,
"For soon, I'll be able to fly."

Well, I knew that this blob had me beat;
Against wings, what good would be feet?
So heed my bewares,
Alone, or in pairs,
Do not an amoeba mistreat.

© Frank Maguire