A blackout poem, or maybe a whiteout poem, from Metaphorest's Moonrat and the Great Greeny-Blue One - Part One.

One

mammals were traced

back down through the ages.

a simple product

of breakfast

and a little recreational activity.

His pink eyes scanned the

sky looked particularily lovely

miles

away too

far surprisingly

far

no, it would not be a cinch.

the research

and design

was lost.

kudos.

BAM And you do not want

to stick around

for long.

Nobody knows

but

everybody knows

floated off

into razor teeth.

No, better keep this adventure.

But

all in good time.