Sponges Poem #1 RT






Members of the Phylum Porifera 
Subkingdom parazoa 
Radial symmetry 
Located at the marine floor
Not on the shore 
By the store 
Reproducing asexually or sexually 
Very professionally 
With four cells 
Not any shells 
Porocyte draws water in 
Isn’t a sin
Collar cells capture food 
Not forgetting to chew 
Controlling water flow 
Putting on a show 
Down below 
Epidermis is the outer skin 
Quite thin 
Amoebocytes being a floater 
Runs like a motor  
Them being filter feeders 
Act like leaders 
Water entering through the pores 
Not the sores 
Out through the osculum 
Nutrients being captured by collar cells 
Distributed by amoebocytes  
Reproduction of sexual hermaphrodites 
Undergoing meiosis to make egg or sperm 
Regardless during midterm 
Asexual with budding or gemmule formation 
Without taking a vacation 
With great patience
Spicules and chemical toxins for protection 
Possibly from infections 
Regeneration is easy 
Not making you feel wheezy
No nerves present 
Just like a pheasant 
Communication can still occur 
In a blur    



First animals on earth 
Some giving birth 
Body being a loose assemblage of cells 
Not under any spells 
With tiny holes and tunnels 
Acting like a funnel 
None look the same
Having no definitive shape 
Does not have a cape 
With many responsibilities to perform 
Cells come together to form new sponges 
Do not do any lunges 
Held together by collagen 
Very positive 
Having millions of brittle spicules 
Embedded in their bodies 
Everyone else very sorry 
Filter feeding to consume food and eat 
In a heartbeat 
Through the narrow passages the current flows 
Not from the nose 
Till it bursts into the millions of tiny hearts 
Just like playing darts 
Choanocytes cells that power the pump 
Sounding like a bump 
Sex life depends on pumping 
Sperm entering if they are the same species 
Fertilizing the eggs 
Doesn’t work through the legs 


                                                                     
Sponge cells 
Not like bells 
Retain a special freedom 
Constantly reinventing themselves 
Unlike elves 
Sponges being passed through sieves 
Most assume they would not live 
It’s cells being separated 
Were not devastated
Still recognizing each other 
Like brothers 
Beginning to form new sponges 
Over several hours  
Smelling like flowers 
Having special powers 
No other plant or animal performing this way 
On any week day
Don’t even think about may 
As if they had a say

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