Fat Pigeons
Dodos are dead, but are they as dead as a dodo ?
They ain’t no doornail, sure –
How can they be dead in toto ?,
We’ve all seen the photo
From some exhibition or tour.
Cos even extinct, we’ve still got a load of them stuffed,
Displaying their strange allure.
So though their species is cuffed,
They’d be pretty chuffed
If they knew how they still endure.
See, dodos have fostered a posthumous fame,
They’ve entered our public lore –
The Quasimodo of hubris and shame,
They’ve stepped up their game
To embody the perfect metaphor.
So dodos are dead, but their digital DNA code
Lives on in a lab, still pure.
Maybe some day, we’ll get it to load
And be bestowed
By dodos who finally found the cure.
Rhyming Couplets 