They are of little use. They are best as objects of ridicule.
Yet no government runs without them.
Like lyrebirds, and yet almost human . . .
They communicate by briefly looking at each other.
Their legs are like red jellybeans.
Sometimes they have been said to inspire a President to do more with his life than he might have.
But what else is there left for a President to do with his life?
…Their ears burn beautifully with a red flame.
When they cry out, it is like the screech of a tiny hinge; the cry of a bat. No one hears it . . .
Yet fist pump bigly.
Written for GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 30:
Try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with the same sort of musing yet dispassionate tone.
And talking of lyrebirds, this write is very obviously a mimicry of the example poem for this prompt, Angels by Russell Edson.
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Love how you used it as template and wrote your stellar words that speak volumes. Just wonderful, Shaun.
(Why are you one day ahead of me in every poem) ?¿ really want to know. Where in the world are you?
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I’m in Thailand but the one day ahead thing is mostly because I already have six months worth of posts lined up and I have to shuffle the queue if I want to make sure that keep posting once a day.
My posts schedule for between midnight and 1 am so I’ve have to date these prompt poems dated one day in advance.
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Aww. Gotcha. A great juggling act. Respect ✊ thanks.
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