Diaphysis
Diaphysis was a rare beauty.
She had a slender body and fair skin.
The sheen of her hair shone as bright as day
Captivating many admirers.
They came from far and near,
Bringing gifts fit for a queen.
They came with gold and silver,
The finest of all their land.
Diaphysis would have none but one.
Her dear Epiphysis
Had her sweet heart won.
He alone had she picked.
“Alas!” qouth the lady Diaphysis,
“Mine heart’s love is bound.
He alone holdeth the key to mine heart.”
Declare she to many saddened ones.
“But, sweet lady, where is your Epiphysis?”
Cry out the sorry suitors.
“Always near, never far. Bound to me be he.
My counterpart in every measure.”
Not disclosing how tightly bound be they,
Diaphysis smiles shyly.
“Osteocytes and osteoblasts be not
Completely broken by osteoclasts.
“And so, my fanatical fans, that is all you shall ever know
Of my dear Epiphysis.”
Sighing softly the outed osteoclasts
Trekked sorrowfully on.
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