Black Rhino
The fifth in a series of silly poems about our world's endangered species. Follow for more!
An address from the President of the Community for Assimilation and Social Harmony (CRASH).
“We are speaking to you today
to set the record straight;
and disabuse the views
of those deluded fools
who choose to eschew
the facts,
in favour of fake news.
Let us begin:
The idea that our horns, if ground to ash
could cure your every itch and rash,
is unfettered balderdash.So too is it complete tripe
that should you smoke it from a pipe
it could cure your every gripe.And while we’re at it, let’s debunk
that should you chew upon a chunk
that it should turn you into some dashing hunk.And if you use it in a ceremony
to convince someone to matrimony -
that’s baloney.The rumour that we hide gold under our flaps,
or keep spare horns tucked under-wraps -
is complete and utter c… laptrap.The notion that our horns can grant you dosh,
turn mud to wine, and make you posh,
is hogwash.That our horns make us expert locksmiths
cracking safes with casual sniffs,
is an obvious, worn-out myth.And to those who cause much commotion
about how horns can fuel perpetual motion:
I have never heard such a ridiculous notion.Except that our horns can crack cold fusion
and bring the energy crisis to conclusion,
which is, of course, pure delusion.
And lastly:
It is a lie that we do not mourn our bereaved.
That we feel nothing when our loved ones leave.
And it should not
be believed.
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