Saturday, November 22, 2008

206. Good Riddance!

(An entry for SIMPLY SNICKERS can be seen above.)

The SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS theme this week is


I'm grateful that when we came from the trees,
There was a certain element of cost.
One little bone remaining
As our jungle life was waning,
Reminded us of tails that we had lost.
Imagine if they hadn't disappeared!
And our tails were still in evidence today!
Our energy would flag
As we had to drape and drag
While the wretched thing kept getting in the way!
All designer clothes would need an aperture
Where the tail in all its glory could be seen!
Would we deck it out with bows
Maybe rows and rows and rows,
To enhance its perfect symmetry and sheen?
And insurance! There's another awful thought!
If we tripped each other up who then would pay?
We'd have to come to grips
With those tail-gating trips
As we found tails always getting in the way.
And tails would get so soggy in the rain
As they dragged in puddles as we walked along.
Each one would look a freak,
No more elegant and sleek,
The whole effect would be completely wrong!
I guess we might like hanging from the trees
A miniscule advantage, seems to me.
We might just hang and chat
Talking of this and that
But headaches might prevent verbosity.
A tail would be a hindrance, not a help.
The thought of it is absolutely hateful.
Evolution did us proud,
So now I say out loud
"I haven't got a tail and I am grateful!"


linda may said...

This is funny, what an imagination you have to think this one up. I reckon though it would just be another thing that we all compared with and was added to in our body image problems and the fashion designers could capitalize on. He he.

Winifred said...

I've never considered that before. Very thought provoking.

Might be nice climbing up the shelves in a crowded supermarket when you're in a hurry and swinging about the lights to avoid the blessed trolleys. Or maybe if you've lost one of the children.

anthonynorth said...

It's a good job this is a poem and not prose, or I wouldn't know whether to call it a tale or tail :-)
Loved it.

danni said...

what an unusual perspective --- a great bunch of imaginative thoughts, so skillfully and whimsically brought together!!! - thanks for your visit and feedback!!!

Granny Smith said...

I love your sense of humor. I would never have thought of such a clever take on the prompt!

Andy Sewina said...

I love the way you tell this tale. Or should that read tail?

Tumblewords: said...

Too funny! Well done. I am adding this 'grateful' to my own list! :)

Beth Camp said...

LOL! What a tale. Your poems invite a very different view of evolution (and Magritte). Thank you for visiting my post. I'll remember this one.

Rambler said...

hey this was really funny and great

Alisa Callos said...

This was fabulous! It reminded me of the book “I wish that I had Duck Feet—by Theo LeSieg/aka-Dr Suess—that I was reading just the other day to my son Zach. The book features a little boy who wishes for all kinds of odd things such as duck feet or tales and then shows the trouble he would get into if he had such a thing. It reminds us to be grateful for just how we are. Well Done!

me said...

this was brilliant.....loved how it ended! :) you have such a vivid imagination and spin a great story!!

Devil Mood said...

haahah this is so wonderfully funny! Man, we have a lot of things to be grateful for if we look at it from that perspective ;)

Kat said...

Amazing creativity and thoughts..!!!

It never occured to be grateful for the absence of an accessory.

Lovely Berenda. Unable to wipe the grin off the face :-D