Cave Life
A cave man cometh.
His strong meat chomping life,
with his hairy wife.
When hairy wife
cometh home bearing berries,
caveman knocks her over the noggin.
Back in the Whitehouse
the President is facing a dilemma;
should he try to remove the pickle
from his left ear?
He phones the caveman for advice;
the phone is answered by his hairy wife,
she replies tartly that he should eat
only broccoli and kale.
The president is clearly shaken.
He bestows upon the hairy, caveman’s wife
an ambassadorship to Greenland
in perpetuity.
“Darn vegetarian Neanderthals,” he mutters,
reaching for the ketchup.
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