Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

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

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Rico Leffanta February 10, 2022 at 10:37 AM Sounds like a Welsh love story . . . .Aloha! Terry Flood February 10, 2022 at 10:55 AM Some people might think it’s a bit sick (laughing at injured animals). I say 1) it’s FICTION and 2) GET A LIFE. I’d love to know how that old Welsh stereotype got started… or maybe I wouldn’t. ;-) Terry

L Milton Hankins February 9, 2022 at 1:35 PM Oh my, and you had me there for a moment, Terry! Sometimes I can be so dense. I really enjoyed your poem; in fact, I always enjoy your poems, my friend. Terry Flood February 9, 2022 at 1:45 PM I had the bones of this in my head some weeks ago. I used it as an excuse to write about something that wasn’t sweet old ladies. Glad you enjoyed. Terry