Maybe, one day


God save the yeast; Long live the yeast.

Maybe, one day,
one fine day,
when the sun is bright and
the sky is blue, and the seagulls
are encircling the ocean,
to have a big catch;
while our beloved D,
sits on a beach mat,
in the beaches of Brighton,
overlooking the pier,
just off the Mercure hotel,
where J and V holidayed for V’s
our dear dear yeast,
in the forests of Amazon,
would deliver this fantastic
news, that they are at last,
after many millions
of years, can finally,
metabolise the sweet,
five carbon sugar
named Xylose,
which are present abundantly,
in the barks of many a tree.

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