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Orbitofrontal Christmas Poem
Orbitofrontal Christmas Poem


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'Twas the night before finals, when all through my brain
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| 'Twas the night before finals, when all through my brain
all the neurons were stirring and firing again.
all the neurons were stirring and firing again.
The cerebellum was hung by the pons with such care,
The cerebellum was hung by the pons with such care,
in hopes that basal ganglia soon would be there.  
in hopes that basal ganglia soon would be there.  
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| The colliculi were nestled all snug in their tectum,
The colliculi were nestled all snug in their tectum,
while visions of hippocampi danced with tegmentum.
while visions of hippocampi danced with tegmentum.
The lobes in the cortex, serotonin in their lap,
The lobes in the cortex, serotonin in their lap,
were settling my brain for a long winter's nap.
were settling my brain for a long winter's nap.  
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| When out of the hypothalamus there arose such a clatter,
When out of the hypothalamus there arose such a clatter,
Dopamine rushed down the mesostriatal pathway to see what was the matter.
Dopamine rushed down the mesostriatal pathway to see what was the matter.
Away to the medulla it flew like a flash,
Away to the medulla it flew like a flash,
tore open the amygdala, and gave me a rash.  
tore open the amygdala, and gave me a rash.  
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| The action potentials glowed like the new-fallen snow
The action potentials glowed like the new-fallen snow
and rushed to the suprachiasmatic nucleus below,
and rushed to the suprachiasmatic nucleus below,
when, what to my wondering optic nerve should appear,
when, what to my wondering optic nerve should appear,
but a synaptic junction that didn’t used to be there.
but a synaptic junction that didn�t used to be there.  
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| With a bunch of new dendrites, too much to dismiss,
With a bunch of new dendrites, too much to dismiss,
I knew in a moment it must be synaptogenesis.
I knew in a moment it must be synaptogenesis.
More rapid than eagles, my neurons they fired,
More rapid than eagles, my neurons they fired,
until my HPA-axis had the whole endocrine system wired.
until my HPA-axis had the whole endocrine system wired.
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| Now Acetylcholine! Now GABA!
Now Acetylcholine! Now GABA!
Now, Dopamine and Glutamate!
Now, Dopamine and Glutamate!
On, Epinephrine! On, Serotonin!
On, Epinephrine! On, Serotonin!
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Now dash away! Dash away!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!
Dash away all!
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| As flavours that before the wild hurricane fly,
As flavours that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they first touch the tongue’s tiny microvilli
when they first touch the tongue�s tiny microvilli
so up to the cortex the neurotransmitters flew,
so up to the cortex the neurotransmitters flew,
led by action potentials and some stimulus too.
led by action potentials and some stimulus too.  
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| And as much as I’d like to go on to the roof
And as much as I�d like to go on to the roof
my reticular formation is urging me to cut short my spoof.
my reticular formation is urging me to cut short my spoof.
So I’ll leave you with this note from my cingulate gyrus:
So I�ll leave you with this note from my cingulate gyrus:
may the holidays bring you joy, and warmth that is endogenous!
may the holidays bring you joy, and warmth that is endogenous!
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Latest revision as of 05:08, 9 March 2023

Orbitofrontal Christmas Poem

'Twas the night before finals, when all through my brain
all the neurons were stirring and firing again.
The cerebellum was hung by the pons with such care,
in hopes that basal ganglia soon would be there. 

The colliculi were nestled all snug in their tectum,
while visions of hippocampi danced with tegmentum.
The lobes in the cortex, serotonin in their lap,
were settling my brain for a long winter's nap. 

When out of the hypothalamus there arose such a clatter,
Dopamine rushed down the mesostriatal pathway to see what was the matter.
Away to the medulla it flew like a flash,
tore open the amygdala, and gave me a rash. 

The action potentials glowed like the new-fallen snow
and rushed to the suprachiasmatic nucleus below,
when, what to my wondering optic nerve should appear,
but a synaptic junction that didn�t used to be there. 

With a bunch of new dendrites, too much to dismiss,
I knew in a moment it must be synaptogenesis.
More rapid than eagles, my neurons they fired,
until my HPA-axis had the whole endocrine system wired.

Now Acetylcholine! Now GABA!
Now, Dopamine and Glutamate!
On, Epinephrine! On, Serotonin!
On, Glycine and Aspartate!
To the top of the cortex!
To the back of the skull!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!

As flavours that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they first touch the tongue�s tiny microvilli
so up to the cortex the neurotransmitters flew,
led by action potentials and some stimulus too. 

And as much as I�d like to go on to the roof
my reticular formation is urging me to cut short my spoof.
So I�ll leave you with this note from my cingulate gyrus:
may the holidays bring you joy, and warmth that is endogenous!