Dolly and Dave

When Biological warfare extinguished life on Earth,

T’was inevitable that other breeds would rise to fill the dearth.

You’d bet your house that insects, or trilobytes for sure,

would step right up to populate planet Earth once more.

In the aftermath of mayhem, after Earth was rendered null,

Plants began emerging and the earth appeared less dull.

Which animals would win the race, and gain the upper hand,

To take dominion of the seas, the sky and all the land?

It took myriads of years, lifeforms just wouldn’t budge,

Until movement was detected in a pool of primordial sludge.

Would it be a cockroach? ... salamander? … newt?

Something quite innocuous or, perhaps a fearsome brute?

Emerging from the ooze, all drenched in clinging slime,

Two plastic dolls crawled ashore to claim it was the time,

For dolls to take the world, that humans left a mess,

Would humans ever re-evolve? It’s anybody’s guess.

It was peaceful, it was magic, the dolls were blessed with skills,

They washed and bathed and sewed fine clothes of linen, lace and frills,

And very cutesy they did look, their days were filled with mirth,

Cause only these two plastic dolls, inhabited the Earth.

She was Dolly, he was Dave, the rest just didn’t matter,

They drank, they ate, whate’er was served, on Earth’s abundant platter.

And lay upon soft grasses, and basked beneath the sun,

It’s difficult to contemplate an ending to the fun.

Dave complimented Dolly, he said she was a fox,

Dave lavished her with praises, placed flowers in her locks. 

But boredom soon set in, “So what should we do now?”

Dolly asked quite pointedly. Were they about to row?

“Should there be more to life,” she asked, “than frolicking non-stop?”

“What’s our purpose, what’s the go, why did we get this op?”

Dave replied quite narkily, “Methinks your thinking’s crude,

Stop questioning, stop seeking truths, here have a bit more food.”

Dave suggested they commence, to populate the earth,

But he’d been feasting every day, she snickered at his girth.

He wasn’t so attractive, to Dolly anymore,

That thought was kryptonite to her, besides he was a bore.

He hadn’t helped her clean their cave, he hadn’t done the dishes,

“You’ll get no jiggy jig from me, forget your lustful wishes!”

Dolly chucked a hissy-fit, mocked Dave about his gut,

And from the cave, she tossed sad Dave, out on his plastic butt.

“We must populate or perish!” Dave began to wail,

But Dave’s sad pleas to Dolly, were all to no avail.

Then great hairy rats evolved, and without a second glance,

They swiftly overran the earth; the dolls had missed their chance.