Evolution's Golden Child
A Poem by JB of Donutrun
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A hairy little man staring back at me ...
The distant descendent of a chimpanzee!
Am I evolution's golden child --
With prehensile toes and manners mild:
The optimal blend of tame and wild?
From dust did God a man create.
That belief I assert without debate,
And yet I ponder my fellow primate.
The monkey and man, a missing link --
If you'd seen my feet, you'd stop and think,
And kindly give a knowing wink.
And so to my destiny I cheerily traipse,
Munching bannanas and seedless grapes,
Eagerly awaiting The Planet of The Apes!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
An Ode to My Toes
Had you forgotten that I have poetic tendencies when left unsupervised? Well, it happened again - back in February of 2001 ... and an ode to my toes was born -- best when read aloud loudly and quickly with a slightly aristocratic British accent ...