The caveman stirs, half opens one eye
Nearly forms a thought…but no, it’s gone
Too hard�?just lets that brain cell die
Short of sleep, thinking�?takes too long
Cavewoman brings him sustenance
He groans and deeply burrows down
Though wonders if mayhap, perchance
Dragging her by the hair would cause a frown
(That’s why he keeps his short, in case
she should dare think of trying that, too)
At last some life comes on to his face
He speaks his first word …Ug …that’s new
A second forms, it sounds like Ga
She holds his coffee by his nose
A sentence! (nearly) as he says Ta
Manages a smile for his morning rose