Tundra Nightmares
Woolly mammoth, now unravelled
By the kind of beast who travelled
Shaggy with his yarn
Into the lower barn,
Sabre tooth, nought but a denture
From an old elitist venture:
Weatherbitten, gashed
But by serpent unlashed,
Ammonite, no dawn ensuing
To reveal the ill we're doing -
Dark in its despair
And most unruly hair
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd January 2002. |