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.