Now THAT's a good practical joke - A Poem

Now THAT's a good practical joke - A Poem

Jerry, a misfit kid, from a washed up town, in the wastelands of nowhere important

Historically speaking at least

Was bored 

So he drenched a dung beetle in liquid amber goo

Then waited for it to dry hard into a solid wad

And hid it in the local natural history museum

“One day scientists might think it’s got dinosaur DNA in it and when they try to make dinosaurs they’ll just get more DUNG beetles” he thought to himself

Laughing heartily

Later on a diamond encrusted meteorite hit earth, and destroyed all living things

Except just a handful of humans, one of whom was Jerry

The survivors all bunkered down at the local history museum 

And were able to survive for a few weeks more by eating the few morsels of animal remnants the museum kept in jars, and things at the natural history museum

Things like old dead frogs, bald eagle eggs, two headed goat babies

The usual things

Near the end of it all, with most of the jars licked clean, Jerry watched one dude pick up the dung beetle wad

Ponder for a moment…

Then tear into the amber and eat the beetle whole

Jerry pissed himself laughing

It wasn’t EXACTLY as he’d envisioned this all going down

But it was still pretty funny