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Hindsight
Humor. Medium friend Leonard Tillerman makes an excellent argument for serious writers to take an occasional vacation into silliness. To recharge our batteries.
“I am the terrible Megalotherium Gobble.
My very step doth cause the Earth to wobble!
My bumptious breath the scrivelling Wumple-weeds wither.
And small things scamper grumfoolingly hence when I stride comingly hither.
“I, Megalotherium, am of the genus Gobble;
Huge as a hummocky hillocky hunk of cretaceous mountainy cobble.
Fierce as great sunlight, bellowing thunder,
Scourge of the scurrilous scootering skink, and wide world’s wallowing wonder.
“It is I — behold! All-powerful Megalotherium.
I drive the globe to quaking, to trembling mad delirium.
Behemoth cringes from my path, the Kraken creeps away -
For strength is mine and size is mine, for my brief bloody day.”
This was the terrible Megalotherium Gobble -
This crush of bones in shale and dust-dry limestone cobble.
Who strode the earth with roar so loud it made the grangblitz shatter.
But now we say, in our brief day, it doesn’t really matter.
A human, not an AI text generator, wrote this story. (More Info)
