Deadly Poetry for Redstorm

[baphnedia]

Here you go! :p

I've got the get-up of a hyena,
To be filmed just south of Lima,
About the forests in Peru,
But the narrator speaks Urdu.

The poetry here is horrible,
The geography is deplorable,
The cosutmes would look great
If the Hyena hadn't just ate.

Stanza after stanza a singer sings her song,
Dressed like Solion, surrounded by canines before long,
They bring a measure of scotch and a keg of ale,
Down from the audience, the vegetables begin to hail.

The Lioness is handed a mug of mead by a friend,
Realizing that their show is at an end,
The curtains close among the hyenas that pose,
A drink in their hand and foam up their nose.

They continue to drink concoctions of live action,
The audience has no basis to form a reaction,
The party up front slows to a simmer,
Show animals heading home as the lights cease to shimmer.

We're now at the end of a rhyme in a prose,
Sometimes compared to Vogons - it could be better - I suppose,
Report any injuries to the Doc that knows,
That a tourniquet to the neck cures the average bloody nose.

-Baph