Ima Ryma Poems
A Dog Of Few Words
A clerk said, 'Next in line - this way.'
A dog spoke up, 'I guess I am.'
'What can we do for you today? '
'I want to send a telegram.'
The clerk handed the dog a note.
'You'll have to write it out somehow.'
The dog took pen in teeth and wrote,
'Bow wow wow, bow wow wow, bow wow.'
The clerk read what the dog had penned.
'One to ten words have the same fees.'
'There's eight words now, so you can send'
'Another 'bow wow' if you please.'
'No, ' the dog said, 'Just between us, '
'One more would sound ridiculous.'
I am Mitochondrial Eve,
The most recent woman from whom
All living humans did conceive
And tied as coming from my womb.
Two hundred centuries ago
Was when I did live, give or take,
In East Africa, maybe so.
Exactitudes are hard to make.
The only woman I was not,