A Poem About A Yak

I am a poem about a yak

Not a romance, a battle, or a man called Jack.

No, I am a poem about a yak.

I'd rather I were about a man called Jack,

Or a romance, or a battle, but not a yak.

There's nothing that fun about a yak

But there's one silver lining to this tale of a yak.

There's still not a romance, a battle, or a man called Jack,

but fortunately, the yak is named Jack.

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A/N: A friend is very grumpy since she had a fabulous time at a festival recently and now it's over. To take her mind off it, I suggested among other activities that she write a meta fictional poem about a yak. She didn't. So I did.

It's just pure, unrestrained silliness, really.

- Harriet