We wrote an animal-metaphor poem in my poetry group last week. Here’s my take, hot off the press:

ORDER! ORDER!


It's feeding time in the Mother of Parliaments,

words hurled from backbench

to bench and back again,

an orgy of guffaws,

biting, nit-picking, backslapping, chittering.


The Silverback shakes his dominance mace,

thunders his deep-chested roar:

Order! Order!

But these are no gentle, familial Gorillas;

the rowdy ones are not the listeners.


They deafen silence,

these feral Chimpanzees,

shrieking, bickering, screeching.

Hear, Here, they howl. Me, Me.

Look at me. Look at me.