A poem about an imaginary hybrid from two existing animals
A cormorant and a May bug met
And, wondering if they should beget,
They pondered then declared, ‘Why not?’
And so it was the pair begot.
When, in due course, a cormay hatched,
Its separate parts were not well matched:
It had a pin-sized head, no beak
And massive body, black and sleek.
In two minds, neither side agreed
Upon which nutrients to feed,
Or what might make the ideal dish,
One favoured roots, the other, fish.
The moral here is plain as day –
A beast whose name links Cor with May
To work as one was not designed
And always would be misaligned.
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