as promised with the thought that this could also be titled poetic evolution.
He began at last to walk upright,
create weapons made of stone,
build a fire against the night,
carve idols made of bone.
Paleoanthro-prosodists disagree:
how controled his use of fire or
implied speach resembling chimpanzee,
what those strange rocks were used for.
Based on the fosil sites,
spred across the world, that shout,
E was a busy bugger, pushed his luck
burning fuel against the night,
cracking marrow with his mate.
I wonder if he'd give an 'uck'
for how the world's turned out.
Fire sure is a tricky devil;
it's certain he got burned
while engaged in pageon revels,
but at last, by god, he learned
Idols true found tricky,
devils hidden from the light;
fire even now will not dispell
the horrors of the night.
Saipens invented paper
beat the hell out of carving rock
but Sapiens thinks with his brain
Erectus thought with his cock.
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