Paula the Pangolin

Paula the pangolin polished her scaly skin Went to the market and traded her mandolin Told the shopkeeper, “I’ll swap for a mandarin, Oranges are a bit big for a pangolin.” The shopkeeper gave her the requisite fruit And said, “Would you sell me your anteater suit?” Paula said, “It’s not a suit and I’m ravenous, Ive got a space in my tummy that’s cavernous.” The shopkeeper said, “But it’s fruit that you’ve got, Unless you’re a vegan you eat bugs… a lot!” Paula said, “You’ve just used citrus as cash, So don’t you judge me as I do something rash.” She headed outside and said grace to her God And stamped on the mandarin, til it was trod The shopkeeper rushed out in anger fuelled haste, And shouted, “You could have at least had a taste. “Just look at the juice as it trickles away, I now wish that I hadn’t served you today.” “You’re wasting good food,” was the worst of his rants Til Paula the pangolin said, “Oh look… ants!”