Humorous Laud, Deeply Flawed
The macabre’s amusing at times,
makes for off-beat, hilarious rhymes.
To my wife they’re not funny;
she wants cute little bunnies
and not ones that are strangled by mimes.
She says, “Why must the animals die?
And that one with the bird made me cry.
In the end, she did soar
off to some distant shore,
but her kin were all shot by some guy.”
“Ah, but see how it’s seared in your brain:
a phenomenon hard to explain.
It’s odd how we’re wired;
The inane makes us tired,
but an image of death will remain.”
So why aim for the grand or sublime?
Find dead leopards instead on a climb!
For the joy in the tragic,
trawl the semi-pelagic
when your muse loves primordial slime.
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