Ode to Amoeba

Oh, Amoeba, Amoeba,
what amazing creature you are.
Sprouting nonsense without a thought,
hard to believe that all these rot,
came from a single-celled protoplasm.

You have theories for all to hear,
ranging from your life to the kids you rear.
How you can train your little genius,
from an ugly duckling into a princess,
using your pressure tactics disguised as tuition.

In office, your skills of might you display,
Thinking all will bow at your feet and pray.
Alas, amazing days you thought will last forever,
little did you know that it is all going to be over,
if you still stay in your ivory tower.

Like the actual Amoeba when discovered,
you were like a hidden jewel uncovered.
People were pleased with your initial abilities,
continued to watch and were amazed at your faculties,
your utility value was almost at infinity.

But after a while we all got bored,
from a single-cell, permutations not galore.
Your tricks were tried and tested,
on all whose interest were vested,
your actions were mostly as predicted.

Once in a while surpises awaits,
we can see how the Amoeba mutates.
Just when we think "what else is new",
out comes manure that is so 'eeeeew',
Amoeba outshines with new disgusting spew.