We Three Kings
A Primatological Sonnet
Look at them with their little light boxes!
They are supposed to be here to peer at us
But the sight of our strong life flummoxes;
They lack discipline, wisdom, real focus
Our servants bring us food and keep us fit
They gave us a nice, counterfeit jungle;
We’ve got a sense of the real point of it:
Admiring us keeps your masses humble
They should be, for many are stout and quite dim
Most of them could not find food in a pinch
One, sick lion could make a quick feast grim
Of the lot; when they can’t run, it’s a sinch
Feast your eyes on our fur and tails and teeth
Ask yourselves: who’s above and who beneath?
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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