The mammoth stayed in frozen death
as they drove it from the tundra.
And still in ice it sailed
far off to Mexico.
The drug lords thought to use it
to spice their killing trade.
“Mammoth shock” and “Mammoth awe”.
But they’d forgotten ’bout the sun.
The mammoth melted.
The mammoth rotted.
The mammoth stunk to heaven.
They pushed that mammoth from the ice lab
and splashed it in the sea.
The pity is they overlooked
the bug that melted right along
with good old Mammoth B.
That bug that melted into life
and now infects
the drug lord barony.
[Clumsy, unrhymed, I know, but about mammoths.]