In Vitro Veritas

The title came first with this one.  Thinking of the phrase triggered the poem last night, but I'm not sure it fits what the poem is now, mostly silly. I also don't know if I need the last stanza at all.

                                                               

                                                      In Vitro Veritas

           

 “US clinics have IVF successs rates ranging from 10% to over 60%...”

                                                                           www.advancedfertility.com

            Would these low success rates climb

            if they dimmed the lights in the lab,

            put on some nice make-out music

            (Johnny Mathis or Barry White

            or whatever is played these days),

            dressed the egg in a negligee

            and the male for Saturday Night Fever?

            That might get them in the mood

            and over the first awkwardness

            of  “Do you come here often?”

            and “What’s a nice gamete like

            you doing in a place like this?”

            Soon all the test tubes would steam up

            and jiggle in time to the beat of

            “Staying Alive.”

            But if this failed, at least the lab

            assistant could bend close to the culture

            and whisper, “There, there. It happens

            to everyone sometime” and then

            gently ease the contents

            into the trash.