Silverwolf herewith presents the poem which recently won him the coveted and prestigious “Poet Laureate of the Silverwolf Nation” Title during the annual Poet Laureate’s competition. The announcement of the decision was greeted with lupine ululations of approbation untainted with opprobrium, much to Silverwolf’s gratification.
And now forthwith Silverwolf presents his award-winning poem: Huxley
Right from the start you knew
From his dew-bespeckled spectacles
That his manner was eclectical
And his favors very few.
His notions of emotions were subversive to the Corps
And they threw him out before his ears had dried,
But I’d love-ah to discover
How poor old Huxley’s mother
Had endeavored to supply them with his bride.
For she sent her wrapped in cardboard, with a note that said “For you”
And inside she placed the Lugar and the bomb.
When the package was unwrapped, and the plot-points had been mapped
They were broiled like cold confetti, at the Battle of the Somme.
Hooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww — Silverwolf