Furry Tail

For the mammoth to be wooly,
covered up, and nearly fully,
it was cold, or even chiller,
and so lacking a chinchilla,
it developed its own coat.
Now as hairy as a goat.

Its contemporary, rhino,
ripped but naked, s'far as I know,
It embraced this new found fashion.
Undertook it with a passion.
With the outfit now complete,
set and ready to compete.

So did all the megafauna --
(since the tropics were no sauna) --
became furry in a hurry,
fear no blizzard, ice or flurry,
mega large and mega biased,
stomp about the Older Dryas

By the time the ice had melted,
the Neanderthal, well pelted,
ruled the cave from Spain to Asia,
although sadly, on occasion,
he was eaten by a bear.
Few Neanderthals to spare.

Came across our fledgling species --
least according to my thesis --
found the thinly limbed Cro-Magnon,
though still lacking bow and cannon,
but, this needed to be said,
irresistible in bed.

What of us, all their descendants?
Rightists, leftists, independents,
homo sapient and stupid,
ruled by Ares or by Cupid,
learning, slowly, to behave.
But still living in a cave.

Author notes: image generated by GPT