My Lord, screamed the monkey
in the yellow whimsical suit
amphibious tests biological checks
micro bot techno ready, to compute

The city became slightly slimy
frogs fell like rain from skyscrapers
the slums turned into theme parks
green and sticky seats to hop on

Swamp flowers grew in shadows of lamp posts forgotten
and by each one, a trio of lying toads waited for weeping moths
small newts stepped aside for the great crested kind
giant tadpoles ate news vendors and papers till that time was lost

Now all is marshland
those Humans are under way
under the lilies, under peat
they had their chance, they had their day

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris