I have to admit it,
in this life, I have been
wrong about somethings.
Most, not complicated, nor of
raised eyebrow interest.
However, there are those instances
where the picayune nature
of events and, or, misunderstanding,
cause me to quibble,
to make prevaricating comments,
just to hide my ignorance,
assuming I am truly capable,
Instigated by a provocateur,
a grinning interrogation:
“Are there,water bears in your glass?”
‘What the hell is that?’
Then that smug,
thin lip smirk:
“Are you drinking a mossy piggy?”
‘Creepy, are you a pervert?’
Laughter, followed my exit.
I have always disdained smart asses,
their mocking generalities, common.
The internet cured my intellectual
illness on the subject at hand.
It appears, eutelic extremophiles,
are everywhere, those water bears
and mossy piggies are found
on the highest mountain,
in the deepest sea,
in boiling water, in frigid
absolute zero, in your glass
of water, the phytophagous,
©2014, Donald Harbour
Dave Bonta, an online poet acquaintance of mine, threw out a challenge, write a poem about tardigrades. Not my favorite subject until I saw and read about this marvelous little creature. I apologize if this does not meet your standards for poetry, however, you try writing about a Tardigrade.
Well, I had no idea there was such a creature and you’ve sent me to the dictionary! I might try my hand at a rhyming poem if I could work in something about mardi gras !
You invited me to try Donald, so here’s my little effort:
“All the creatures of the world they say
Were saved in Noah’s Ark,
From you-know-who to the kangaroo
And the cute little shy aardvark.
But poor old Noah had little idea
Of some of the folks he harboured there,
From the beauties we copy at Mardi Gras
To God’s own favourite: the tardigarde!”
I see what you mean about the difficulty of this challenge!
I like your effort John. Short and to the point. Thanks for joining in, Dave Bonta will be happy you ran up your flag.