I decided to go to the local
university,
to see if maybe they had a
special course there just for me.
I have lots
of friends who are in need,
maybe I can learn
something which will help them succeed.
I
glanced at the classes they had listed,
there
was one that caught my eye and questions
persisted.
The class being offered was
Cloning 101,
this should help me in my quest
to get some things done.
I asked about
the materials required,
I starting writing
the list down but soon became very tired.
The
first thing I needed was a volunteer,
who
could I ask who would always give love and be
sincere.
Then this brilliant idea came
into mind,
I knew inside my heart, I was
married to the perfect kind.
But how to ever
get him to just agree,
not an easy task
asking my husband which now awaited me.
I
was certain, without much doubt,
my husband
would think I was crazy when he found
out.
When I told my honey of my plight,
he
said he would be glad to help if it didn’t take
all night.
Could I even fit him into the
machine,
wondering how he would feel about
making his eyes green.
There were disclaimers
for the class too,
not approved by any
government, the class was really
taboo.
Another line clearly said, one
size fits all,
there couldn't be any returns
and there would be no recall.
Well, I
wondered just how hard could it be,
I signed
up for my very first class so I would be able to
see.
The teacher we had was really
weird,
he wore real thick glasses and had a
very long white beard.
The machines in class
made funny sounds,
our teacher called out
everyone’s name making the rounds.
He
said first we would try an experiment,
I
looked at the class book and noticed it said,
out of print.
Oh well, I had already paid
tuition money,
I had nothing to loose now
with the help from my honey.
I was
anxious to ask the new teacher more,
but the
bell rang and he quickly headed for the front
door.
“Bring your volunteer”, he said to
all,
I felt like banging my head against the
nearest wall.
I had friends with no love
of their own,
who were all wonderful people
but completely all alone.
I made up a list to
see how many to make,
I must be careful,
being sure there were no mistakes.
I
remember what else the disclaimer said,
in
very fine print, one volunteer equals one clone
it read.
Now, what was I going to do?
I
knew I would need five before I was completely
through.
Everyone made it to class so
excited,
every student bringing a volunteer
whom they had invited.
The teacher warned of
the risk ahead,
but I don’t think anyone
heard a single word he had said.
I headed
to the cloning machine with Jim,
anxious to
make my very first original cloned copy of
him.
I put him into the machine hitting
number five,
inserting the cloning material
into a slot and one disc drive.
The
machine starting running real fast,
whirring
real loud and making strange noises
unsurpassed.
I looked at my first clone, it
looked good,
but the others popping out
didn’t come out like they should.
The
teacher came running over to me,
hysteria
covering his face, it was plain for everyone to
see.
“Oh, my goodness, what have you
done?”
“I thought I made it clear you could
only make just one.”
There on the floor
right in front of me,
one perfect clone, the
other four funny looking to see.
Then a warm
hand giving me a good shake,
“Honey, your
having a nightmare, you need to take a
break.”
So, I was glad it was all just a
dream,
I love my friends but some things are
just too extreme.
Cloning is not something we
should try,
maybe my friends will get lucky
and find the perfect guy.
©
Brenda Sparkman
July 10, 2006
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