At first life was a primal soup
That sucked and slopped and slurped;
Then out of this gobsmacking gloop
There crawled a fish that burped.
A billion species rose and fell
In some amount of time;
They glopped and bubbled up and back
Into the primal slime.
One half of these were vegetables –
They erped out oxygen.
The other half were animals –
They belched out CO2 again.
Though muddy, Mother Nature has
A balance to her parts:
The moral to this story is
You’re breathing in tree farts.
You're clever.
ReplyDeleteCan you write one about how we (apparently) have all ingested the wee of Israelis?
Brilliant! Definitely one for the poetry reading/slam thingy. Humour is very rare at those things, especially humour with a point. That is because it is so much harder to do than yelling at people. You rock!
ReplyDeleteOh, you two!
ReplyDeleteMeredith - Israeli wee? 'Now wee the people', that sort of thing? Just wondering if there's a news story or odd joke that I missed out on?
Paul - don't really think it's slamworthy as it lacks that obvious performative/dramatic element, but perhaps more a nice piece of light verse for open mike or parties.
Oh.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was going to be a poem about Slurpees.
In honor of the heat wave an' all.
I was in search of appropriate refreshment.
P.S - This is Oz - the farts and burps are predominately from sheep and cows, non?
Charlie is my Darwin, my Darwin, my Darwin.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fine figger of a pome this is, Timsky. Fine. Figger. Of a Pome.
My only regret is that I didn't get to work a reference to 'Wyatt Urp' into the final version.
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