Saturday, 17 August 2013

Pangolin Poetry

Eons ago, on the walls of Altamira,
Worked cave painters Ted, and his squeeze, lovely Vera,
All jokes were visual, as they toiled day and night,

These graphic pioneers hadn’t a clue how to write.

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