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By Annora Bradley

What does a caveman do with a phone?

Does he call, does he text

While he chews on a bone?

Maybe he googles great wooly tusk

Or how to start fires

Or cover his musk.

Is prime membership paid with a nut or a berry?

Does he order shampoo for his toes which are hairy?

But one thing I'm sure of

That’s certainly known

A caveman’s a caveman

In spite of his phone.

This poem was inspired by Shell Silverstein, one of Aurora's favorite poets of all time.