Ode to a Drunken Ferret from a Trousered Ape

Bob the Ape, a poet and lyricist of great talent and wit, has graced us with a piece inspired by the breeding of drunken ferrets.

The Drunken Ferret Villanelle

No scion of the barren Left inherits
The rule of Earth - their power is but fleeting:
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

The angry columnists may curse and swear - it’s
Bootless to prevent their tide receding;
No scion of the barren Left inherits.

Our heedless reproduction richly merits
Their empty wrath and fearful fruitless bleating.
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

The world is ours - ungrudging we will share its
Estate with our descendents; heed, unheeding!
No scion of the barren Left inherits.

Ha, ha! With frolicsome and fecund spirits
We hasten to progenitive proceeding.
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.

Look on our wombs, ye mighty, and despair! It’s
Within them that our victory is breeding!
No scion of the barren Left inherits.
The future is to us, the drunken ferrets.