The Western Wailing Woolysaur
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The Western Wailing Woolysaur
He’d never spotted one before
Neither had he seen one dead
It’s very spikey and it’s red
The spikes it has are everywhere
Some poke through its wooly hair
It’s wailing cries assault the ears
Imagine the primeval fears
Of prey that found this crimson beast
With all its spines, prepared to feast
He found it so he named it thus
Woolus Attenboroughcus
The cameraman said don’t be dense
That sheep’s caught in a barbed wire fence
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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