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Kait Feb 2019
The two creatures are coworkers;
They perform the same job.

The two received their paychecks;
The elephant let out a sob.

She had gotten a glimpse of the rhino's,
out of the corner of her eye.

And the disbelief and unfairness
was enough to make her cry.

He made twenty cents more than her;
Although, they performed the same work.

Her coworker too was shocked;
He decided to not act like a ****.

He demanded they see their boss,
to make a case for higher pay.

Their boss seemed amused,
and only had one thing to say:

"Elephants are not rhinoceros,
thus I do not see the problem.
But if you have any serious inquiries, Mr. Rhinoceros,
I would be happy to help you solve them."
I've recently studied the pay gap, and this was born from my mind. The ridiculousness of such a thing just seemed to belong in a short story-like poem with animals for comical effect.
joe thorpe Aug 2018
the last male northern white rhino dies.
his tusk and skin, for the first and only time,
out of danger to be stolen in that unfair and clandestine way.
his DNA now in a vile.
he could no longer mount,
and she, though still spring in glory,
could no longer support the moment
his majesty was not able to perform.
a gentle giant is his legacy.
extinction his last and dying breath.

how could we harm such peaceful a creature?
the might of man has torn
yet another
piece of god's only will
from this earth.
will you tonight
dream of the creature?
who among us will know his name tomorrow?
Sudan, the great and gentle.
Sudan, the only northern white male rhino.
SU-DAN, who only in death
is free of man the beast.
still feels like it needs work
PoemFalcon69 Feb 2015
The Blue Rhinoceros.
So Blue Was He.
The Wind In His Hair.
The World At His Feet.

Once The Blue Rhino,
Who Wasn't Albino,
Ate A Man Named Ringo.
Who Was Writing A Bio.

The Bio He Wrote.
About His Pet Goat.
The Goat Was Quite Royal,
But Wasn't Too Loyal.

The Man Died That Day.
The Rhino Ran Away,
Because The Goat Was a Rhino,
And Not Albino.

Inimical
(No Goats Were Harmed In The Making Of This Poem)
The Terry Tree Oct 2014
Twenty million years you have existed
Ancient are your ways, carried out for days
Even in birth sixteen to eighteen months consisted

You stand alone in bravery of age
Predators won't cross, footing would be lost
Your power is of one to be amazed

Teaching us that solitary timing
Benefits us too, reminding how you
Spend your days so patiently on dining

The earth is your bed and has been always
Suiting you well, this your story to tell
Free from what man has made building hallways

We learn from you to push through and go on
Leading us through, what is infinite truth
Your soul abounding to bestow upon

Grunting and bellowing your presence known
Boundary protected, patrolled, directed
No one will be found threatening your home

Stand up in for what you truly believe
Too many to fight, find rest day and night
Pull those close to you who will not deceive

We are timeworn and primal like fossils
Daring to care and completely aware
Protection of our love is colossal

Be with us when we must move in a way
That makes us feel scared, feelings should be spared
No panic, no anxiety dismay

Wisdom to move past life's ever obstacles
Our size matters not, for with you we've brought
A strength that to beat is impossible

Remind us to pray to all good things endowed
Spirit gives blessing, heart is confessing
Creating what our free will has allowed

Be with us mighty one when mistaking
May we never forget, we too have yet
A legacy like yours in the making

Though we may not understand why we're here
Holy Spirit's hand, reaches and expands
Guidance walks us on the path to adhere

Brilliant light shines, helping us to get past
The hurt and the pain, learning we sustain
Achieving a great wing span long at last

tHE tERRY tREE

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