Rickety the gate swung,
And as the fur was glistening,
It flashed me the beak.
Yellow, orange,
Venomous, like no other mammal.
Waiting to pounce on me,
Force me to perform,
Show me those leathery eggs,
Of his dubious progeny.
But I held my own,
Through the kerfuffle.
I did not flinch,
Like some weak Echidna.
Nay, I have my self-respect.
No zoological niche-dweller,
Some loathsome dead-ender,
Could get the better of me.
Go back to your primitive drain,
Swim along the drying river,
That you represent,
Sewer creature with a bent on plagiarism.
Left over from an age,
Where originality did not matter,
Where the artistic, and ethical ,
Were just things you sensed in the murk.
The fires, the meteors, the volcanoes,
Have put an end to that,
Only you, Disney-spawn,
Luxuriate still in all your sleaze.
Beah!