by Douglas Brown

I'll be your baboon:
If you'll sidle up to me,
I can fly you to the moon:
She-baboons can ride for free.

Like any lion I've my pride,
Know just what makes me content:
Ten she-lions by my side
In the condo that I rent.

One thing that bugs my case,
When I'm wrapped around a limb,
Is to see her interface,
Coil about, and let him swim.

The robotic Ms. Flamingo
Proved to me when I was young
That humanoids do not say no
Once their ding-dongs have been wrung.

Polymorphic, prophylaxised,
Pseudonymous on the phone,
All cats can now be accessed;
Every dog, choose its bone.

So when I'm the bright lover
Of some brand new ewe,
I just rut royal in rubber
Until we ram right through.

All of the more louche lounge-lizards,
Most Po-Mo men in Illinois,
Agree that of our wizard gizzards
Mine hums with hardwired joy.

 Douglas Brown's "Rhapsody" won second prize in "Matrix's" 1998 "End of the World" contest. He teaches at John Abbott College in Montreal.