“I am not a Guillemot!” said the Guillemot.
“I am The Guillemot!
the last one standing,
flying, swooping, anding;
and after me there will be
no other.
I have no partner
to be a mother
to our chicks;
so when I’m gone,
it’s, ‘Fiddlesticks!’
(The very last Dodo Banana)
It was the very last;
but, little did the banana know it –
having not read this poem,
written by a poet.
.
And, like the Dodo before,
once the last one was gone,
there wouldn’t be any more.
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Words don’t come easy;
and, like Pandas,
this is one of the main reasons
for why they are becoming extinct;
that, and their natural habitats being drastically reduced by the cutting down of the Brain Forests where Words have traditionally been grown from a long time ago (time immemorial, as it would have been).
Along with the Grammarless Groves and the Punctuational-Free Prairies, Words are destined to become mere exhibits in dusty cases within abandoned libraries.
“What did you do in the First Word War, Daddy?”
Graeme Sandford 