Richard Skerman Poet Exeter UK<br />
<p align="right" ><b>Seasons</b><br />
Stars float like seeds across the skies <br />
and open flowers in our eyes, <br />
as each one ripens, bursts and splits<br />
time makes new worlds from the bits.<br />
rs 10-11.5.08</p>
Things aren’t the same any more
(Crocodile Tears)
“I miss all those dinosaurs,”
said the old croc to his mate,
I haven’t seen them for a while.
Where’ve they been of late?”
“Alligators aren’t the same -
they haven’t got the weight -
and caymans are so flimsy,
that’s why the world’s in such a state.”
“Lizards, lizards everywhere
and not one worth a skink;
Komodos might be scary
but they create such a stink.”
“The birds are so much prettier
but they vanish in a blink;
you need some pterodactyls
to make you stop and think.”
“I’ve not tasted cœlocanth
for many, many a year,
I could be mistaken but
they’re dying out, I fear.”
“The insects are still with us -
thank Darwin for this skin! -
though they grow smaller all the time.
Are they giving in?”
“Evolution’s in reverse,
the going’s getting rough,
it seems only bacteria
are made of the right stuff.”
His missus answered finally
in a voice both deep and gruff,
“Are you eating that wildebeest
or have you had enough?”
2 - 5.3.08
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