Of Mice And Mammoth
I am a woolly mammoth. I'm
A shagpile from the ice:
Some frozen spunk
Produced my hunk
And I'm not very nice.
Provide me with some micicles,
Identical as peas -
From dawn to dusk
They love my tusk
And worship at my knees.
My dead weight and their facelessness
Make an ancient, modern crew:
My tough old boots,
These new recruits -
Old Labour crossed with New.