(This poem must be read in your best caveman voice) Zog not happy, Heart make sad. Hit friend with club, Make head go bad. Now friend not move or talk to Zog. Just lay there stiff on pile of log. Try wake with stick. Try wake with rock. Make friend shake, shake And head knock, knock, But friend still no can talk. Zog learn lesson, Head smash bad. Swing club with eyes shut, That make sad. -B.C. Byron
This poem shows us that even cavemen can share deep feelings through poetry. And isn’t it beautiful? Zog shared this important lesson with his fellow cave people and possibly saved many of our ancestors from careless club-swinging accidents. This may be one of the first poems penned by a human (well, not penned. Scratched on a rock maybe?). Imagine if Zog had simply told others about his experience with the usual grunts and gestures. Would it have had the same impact? The same emotion? Would it have inspired real change or would cave people have just kept swinging weapons with eyes closed? Poetry can be powerful. Thank you for sharing your wisdom, Zog. Keep your eyes open, and don’t just TELL the world about your experiences. Say it with rhythm and rhyme.
Feel free to grunt and hit your chest while reading this poem. It’s more enjoyable when read with the accent of a surly caveman. In fact, go ahead and talk in one-syllable words and grunt all day. Really get into character before reading this poem. Let’s make today National Talk-like-a-caveman Day. Make it caveman week. People at school and work will love it even more than talk-like-a-pirate day.
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