The Neanderthals
THE NEANDERTHALS
By Roy Merritt
Man came up from Africa
To escape the oppressive sun
And settled the world all over
Before they were ever done
In Europe they encountered others
The witless Neanderthal
Who these strangers no doubt defeated
And soon were made to fall
And so these poor sad creatures
Of ugly protruding brow
Dissolved into the ether
But we really aren’t certain how
Was it from violent warfare
Or in breeding how it to be
Is that why they are no more
Why them we no more do see
Regardless the real reason
Regardless what it was took place
I'm glad I don't see such others
About having such a face
It's bad enough to look at others
Whose features have little appeal
I'm certain if I came upon one of them
I'd run away fast and squeal
For if they were still around
And as strong as they be back then
We'd sure be in some trouble
Don't doubt that at all my friend
We'd have to run away
And do so really fast
Because I'm certain in a confrontation
They'd easily kick our ***
Copyright © Roy Merritt | Year Posted 2016
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