NEURO-MADE-EASY

 REFLEXES

Oh! how I love the Reflexes,

A benevolent Spirit come to earth.
I planterflex uninvited,
Yet a welcomed steward.
For my sake you rob the mouth to pay the stomach,
And in my sorrows, you blink away my tears.
With you inside and outside I have no fears.
Please don't go for good
when you leave the Spinal Ventral Horns
'cos you're needed in this world of thorns.

The severe prick, is therefore a trick;
To pull you down it was plotted.
You don't even need to get it spotted,
Just throw your weight on the cross extensor reflex
In the after-discharge position, you conquer this pain telex.
Take a look at yourself in that state,
You'd agree no better price would have been paid.

Write not a dog off,
Because it fell off the roof.
Wait until after its righting reflex of its agility.

This is an index.
If it doesn't right itself up, 

Then write it off.
Not outrightly! You might need a guard tonight.
Indeed its response to the challenge of Fight or Flight.

I learn of you to be humble,
so as not to get into trouble.
Early enough to work, yet prefers the back door,
When a distended bladder continues to disobey nature's law;
It receives the firing of the micturition reflex, again and again.
When the Lungs become too proud of air gain,
You need not shout, let the imprisoned air out!,
The Hering-Breuer-inflation reflex quietly does the job.

by Anthony Ihekwe
(God's Boy in other Ventures)