Biology and drinking don't mix-- academia is not, in fact, soluble in alcohol.
So in Costa Rica, we couldn't go five minutes without "bromeliad" or "epiphyte" being said. In a stroke of genius (or heat stroke of genius, I'll let you decide), we decided this would make an awesome drinking game.
I give you:
It's a shot glass with a bromeliad-in-a-tree (aka: epiphyte).
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.