The trouble with writing about a gorilla
You get distracted by rhymes
Like vanilla, chinchilla,
And even Aston Villa
And before you know it
Your primate is playing
For West Ham United
And your writing is blighted
And on a detour
Away from the Highlands,
Or Clifton Zoo’s Island
Away from the poachers
And bush meat traders
Away from the sellers
Of Silverback hands
Away from the facts
That your poem demands