The end of evolution

The council of man
with flourish of hand,
penned a note to Zander Lee,
and sent it post haste,
with the utmost taste,
to the Head of Monks,
Pri-Mate III.

“Oh please,” said the note,
“it’s our fondest hope,
that you’ll climb down to grant us grace,
for we think it’s time
that monks of all kind
should come now and join
Our Race.”

The Head of Monks thought,
and screwed up his chin,
then wrote his thoughtful reply.
“I regret to note,
there’s really no hope—
that a monk could wear
a tie.

“You see dear kin—
don’t let this offend—
but a knot ‘round our neck is no fun.
To you it gives jollies,
but we’ve seen the follies,
that starving you’re brain
has done.”

The end of evolution

jubabeast

Joined March 2009

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One more plea against the stupid things that the human race does to make itself uncomfortable and mangled

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