Roy Pett Poet Rhyme

The Perary

In jungle wild lives a creature
so rare hardly ever seen
wanted by London zoo keeper
Only found in a deep ravine,

this creature is called a perary 
elusive, secretive, problematic
lifespan Unknown, very hairy,
always in hiding though nomadic,

this creature had to be captured 
at birth as it doubled in size weekly,
so logistics had to be structured
most important was its safety,

two years of observation past
the wait was over a birth occurred 
a tiny baby perary  was born at last 
the wonderful prize was secured,

measuring just two inches in length 
he was taken from his mother sedated,
small full of energy, great strength,
now packed securely and crated,

arrived at the zoo two weeks later
now he had grown eight inches long,
was very special to the zoos creator
he thrived with others, grew strong,

one month passed the perary grew
rapidly now housed with great apes
for company, great attraction to show,
ate great amount of fruit loved grapes,

grew to big now for the ape enclosure
so lived with the Elephants quite pleased
his size was becoming a worry for sure
plans for his demise or to be released,

living with the giraffes not a happy lot
this being the last resort panic set in
no other choice he will have to be shot,
shot with automatic rifles just tickled him,

desperately tried some most potent poison
this just gave him indigestion and the runs
throw him off a cliff  was their next decision
on a lorry to Beachy head, he weighed a ton,

the lorry backed up to the edge of the cliff
the perary looked down at the rocks below
Stood up, frightened, body quite stiff,
the keeper shouted start tipping let him go,

then the poor creature started to sing,



It's a long way to tip perary,
It's along way to go,
It's along way to tip perary,
especially on those rocks below.



Sorry this is composed from a very old
joke connected to the war song
It's a long way to Tipperary.

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Elizabeth Kinch March 7, 2017 at 12:40 AM Poor Perary! My dad used to sing that song to my sister and I as we marched around the house banging our saucepan drums with wooden spoons and crashing our saucepan lid cymbals! Thanks for the memory recollection. Roy Pett March 7, 2017 at 6:39 AM Thank you very much Elizabeth, I love the old war time songs, pleased it brought back nice memories, thanks again, Roy. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen March 2, 2017 at 2:37 AM - Yes, it was very hairy and a bit creepy ... - A great poem, Roy - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Roy Pett March 2, 2017 at 5:10 AM Thank you very much Anne-Lise, Tipperary is a town in Southern Ireland, the song is a WW1 song composed by Jack Judge and was and is a favourite of British troops to this day, the Perary is figment of my imagination, thanks again, Roy.