Agrrrrh!

When I see yellow buds bust from green,
I wonder if  it's snap for them, or is it like it is for us,
the budding accompanied by primal screaming?

When I young woman swung ax,
kindling gathered and strung necklaces of skulls,
I taught my boys how to kill in hunt and war,

little could I have dreamt one day
I'd be hung in museum closet
desecrated  head to toe.

Hear what the Museum Windpipes say:
We're not certain of Agatha's age
By the looks of  her vertebrae, she might have had a tail.

Of what she deceased is under consultation.
Might have been diabetes,
or some other kind of cave life peril.

In Ice Age, there wasn't much one could do to keep warm
Catching mink was tricky business,
and you needed at least 6 fat ones to fashion stole.

Ten thousand years later,
St. Nick is portrayed as jolly,
essentially because he had a high caloric diet.

How Hot Pants managed to squeeze his fat ass
down a chimney and  then back up, is anyone's guess.
Maybe the Museum Windpipes know