A Bestiary of Sorts: Part One
The Beginning of a Poetic Odyssey Through the Alphabet
A
Alligators can be awful
Take a bite or even claw full,
Within their mighty jaws be rolled
And it hurts, or so I’m told
B
Let’s hear it for the Humble Bee
A softly spoken chap is he,
He doesn’t want to sing a song
He merely hopes to hum along
Up at dawn, morning light,
He wanders on his workday flight
Returning home, he never brags
There’s gold dust in his saddlebags
C
The cantaloupe the jungle roams
With slippers on his feet,
A shiny tin hat with sleeves put in
And his outfit is complete
He bellows and he rumbles
He shivers and he howls,
I think there’s something wrong with him
Deep within his bowels
D
For the poor dung Beetle
The unkindest cut of all
Is every day collecting poo
To roll into a ball
Imagine then that distant day
When finished from his chores
He then turns to his son and says:
‘One day all this is yours!’
E
I really love my elephants
With leather ears and baggy pants,
And nose that is another hand
Elephants are rather grand
But I would not care to be a ‘phant
’Cause memories forget they can’t
But like cement will always set
Some I would just as soon forget
