The same great poetic post to herald the arrival of lab-grown meat as before—chicken to be precise, but it’s all rock ‘n’ roll to me; and even if it is in the U.S., where an ingredient from foam exercise mats is allowed in bread, Kinder eggs are banned due to the threat they pose to children, and guns are legal with high school shootings common, etc—but now with added joke!

With thanks to Leonardo Jarro for use of the header image (speech bubble and text added by me). 

Hail science!
Making fake meat
Is quite the feat
And probably
The most obvious
Name for it
Except
Who wants to eat
Feet
Other than when
They belong to cows
Pigs or sheep
And are
Put into sausages
And kids’ sweets
That is

Added Joke:

Q: Why did the lab-grown chicken cross the road?

A: To get to the other slide.

More from the BBC here: Lab-grown chicken safe to eat, say US regulators

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