Do you believe rhyme can beat evolution?

(I suddenly realized that this thread needs a poll, and that's why the last thread didn't even draw trolls.)

I know that the bible is some kind of poesy, so to tackle this matter, avoiding all heresy, we must with a delicate foot tread around the conundrums and doldrums which in forums abound. So post all your best forms of argumentation and spare me your non-rhyming substantiations!
________________________

The hour of Jeska draws near, it is clear, and at the close of the thread will a victor appear?

Who will stand tallest, above all the rest?
Whose rhythmic waxings will prove truest and best?
Above them all, who will appear?
Some will use science while others use seers,
some will lend laughter while others shed tears...
But I have a feeling, let all of you hear,
That all the good points will fall on deaf ears.
________________________

Going back to the previous old chap's assertion that statistics are God and men are all urchins, I'd like to say "if it's unlikely for abiogenesis, then it's equal or more for the acts inside Genesis." -Just as it's statistically near infinitely nill that I'd spout out the phrase "rocket cockatoo shill," but I did, and as you can see, statistics prove nothing of causality (or so it is taught in psychology AP).

I beg pardon my friend,
your pole it confuses
The side in this issue
that's held by the muses
Rhyme and ev'lution
clearly are cosy
As you can see from
the following poesy:

" Ere Time began, from flaming Chaos hurl'd
Rose the bright spheres, which form the circling world;
Earths from each sun with quick explosions burst,
And second planets issued from the first.
Then, whilst the sea at their coeval birth,
Surge over surge, involv'd the shoreless earth;
Nurs'd by warm sun-beams in primeval caves
Organic Life began beneath the waves. "

Temple of Nature, Erasmus Darwin, 1803
http://www.english.upenn.edu/Projects/knarf/Darwin/temple1.html

"only in second life"

disclaimer: MC Hawking's views do not necessarily represent that of Hiro Pendragon!

http://www.mchawking.com/multimedia.php?page_function=mp3z

title: F*ck the Creationists
album: E=mc Hawking
artist: MC Hawking


Fuck The Creationists

(Trash Talk )
Ah yeah, here we go again!
Damn! This is some funky shit that I be laying down on your ass.
This one goes out to all my homey's working in the field of
evolutionary science.
Check it!

(Verse 1 )
Fuck the damn creationists, those bunch of dumb-ass bitches,
every time I think of them my trigger finger itches.
They want to have their bullshit, taught in public class,
Stephen J. Gould should put his foot right up their ass.
Noah and his ark, Adam and his Eve,
straight up fairy stories even children don't believe.
I'm not saying there's no god, that's not for me to say,
all I'm saying is the Earth was not made in a day.

(Chorus )
Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck the Creationists.

(Trash Talk )
Break it down.
Ah damn, this is a funky jam!
I'm about ready to kick this bitch back in.
Check it.

(Verse 2 )
Fuck the damn creationists I say it with authority,
because kicking their punk asses be me paramount priority.
Them wack-ass bitches say, "evolution's just a theory",
they best step off, them brainless fools, I'll give them cause to fear me.
The cosmos is expanding every second, every day,
but their minds are shrinking as they close their eyes and pray.
They call their bullshit science like the word could give them cred,
if them bitches be scientists then cap me in the head.

(Chorus )

(Trash Talk )
Bass!
Bring that shit in!
Ah yeah, that's right, fuck them all motherfuckers.
Fucking punk ass creationists trying to set scientific thought back 400 years.
Fuck that!
If them superstitious motherfuckers want to have that kind of party,
I'm going to put my dick in the mashed potatoes.
Fucking creationists.
Fuck them.

To the tune of Van Morrison's "Moondance"
A wee little ditty for that gadfly named Chance:

Van Morrison's 'Moondance' Redux

It's an marvelous night to talk science
We'll start with Drosophila flies
Then calculate this circuit's impedence
While we revel in the value of pi.
We are certain to find it appalling
when our mathmathmatics fail to show
that the value of x should be falling
when string theory suggests that it's so.
And the sight of your lab coat makes me whisper and hush
As all the soft sunlight bounces off the eye wash.


Can I talk OSHA compliance with you, my love?
Can I allow for absorbtance for you, my love?

Well, I wanna do calculus tonight
And I'll work till the morning has come
And I know that the timing is just right
When we start with just rise over run.
With the gift of full government funding,
I'll define 'acentric chromosone'
as a chromitid that lacks a centro, mere
There and then, I will make it my own.
Every time I touch you, polypeptides
And I know now that we're just made of necleotides.

Some more science with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
Uh, uh, uh, uh in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just talk science with you, my love?


Van Morrison's Lyrics

Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of you heart-strings that play soft and low.
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush.

Can I just have one a' more Moondance with you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own.
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide.

*applauds wildly*