SKITTERING THROUGH TIME

Such merit pours from

worthy quills like Blake,

or Betjeman – a thousand

more I could proclaim of

England’s literary sons

And daughter’s too from

other continental parts as

Greece, where Thalia, and

Her gifted brood held sway.

Yet in primeval times

mere grunts prevailed

and hands jab-pointed to

the forest trees with

berried fruits unpicked.

Before language worked its

magic charm, two unwritten

syllables reigned supreme:

Wa-ta, Wa-ta, Wa-ta  -

which quenched the thirsty

tongues of earlier humanoids

with braided, henna hair.

Beware you nowadays firs

your cones could skitter flame.

◄ TWENTY TWENTY FIVE.

WRAITHS ►

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Don Matthews

Fri 24th Jan 2020 22:28

I am a little humanoid
Not-quite-human runt
No, this is a nice clean rhyme
Grunt grunt grunt

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