The Great Roar
The lion's the king of the beasts
And on sundry creatures he feasts
They say you'll be awed by his roar
In fact, you'll pee on the floor
I admire the polecat, and all of its stripe
To defeat all comers he unleashes some "hype"
When you see one, you might want to run away fast
You'll lose all your friends if you get yourself gassed
Ants think they're strong, but rhinos are stronger
When a rhino lies, its horn gets longer
Rhinocerotic mothers love rhinocerotic faces
They think they're purtier than all Three Graces
The butterfly - to me, at least - seems vastly overrated
Nonetheless, when one flits by, I sometimes feel elated
A thrill it is to cast my tongue, to snag a (bitter) snack
(Though once I caught a bee and my tongue turned blue and black)
| Contributors: | Karin, F, Kansas Sam. |
| Poem finished: | 18th February 2004 by Karin. |