Reality Check

A kangaroo in dungarees hops hopefully To win first prize in the Favs contest hot On the heels of an enlightening glow worm Surely life is no competition but the stage lights Reverberates all the promising contenders Reincarnation oils the wheels of the jury Dolly the dolphin jumps high and crashes Into the podium adorned with sentiments Of Freedom and euphemistic saltation A cocky cockroach high on cocaine surpasses Doping regulations but misses select contention For having married a dung beetle is one step too far The glittering Mermaid is deemed crossbreed and thus Ineligible for competing even as a postal entry For tales are postmodern dreamers in disguise Purity the purring tiger slips on her sabre A bit old in the tooth at the festival of youth The predator predates oozing colonial pride Fizzy firefly is mistaken for a water canon Sizzling on proportionate misrepresentation The crowds want illusion and opium for masses And thus leans to lend its votes to Odysseus the opossum Who successfully feigns death but gets eaten alive by The media who have exclusive rights to fake news Surely the giraffe must be the unopposed winner But she twisted her neck preparing for adulation And fails to convince that backwards goes forth Dino the dinosaur is denied resurrection Poetic licence fails to convince the Verity Police Who sticks to the illusion of permanent truth Climate change disabled Truro the laughing tuna Caught in nets of despair she vows to protest But cannot scale the might of public opinion Towering in faith a Praying Mantis had not anticipated That religion can only work for unshaken believers and Science and money are the new gods on the scene Protoplasm sways amoeba bubble immaculate conception But nostalgia and evolution are far too semipermeable To claim serious stakes at the rigid altar of judgement At last Daisy the dragon fumes fashionable virtue Dancing on boiling fantasy seems politically correct But history has been abandoned for population control The panel shouts ‘But we must have a winner’ People placed bets with their measly fortunes A looser is far superior than no winner at all ‘This is my chance’ ponders Ruby the rhino ‘Hopefully they won’t mistake me for Pinocchio I can smell victory in this meaningless fashion parade’ Quite likeable for ideological reason she plucks her attack Out of thin herbivore air and one of a kind but the pollsters Were wrong and Uno the unicorn receives her glittering medal 14th December 2019