Best Ocelot Poems

Ocelot ocelot
Doesn’t like to swim a lot
If you poke its face
It would probably blast you into space...

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An ocelot came by Mama said.
This surprised me and my brother Ned.
In the Midwest?
An ocelot nest?
The idea filled us both full of dread....

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I postulate ocelots
as proselytes for chocolate:
they’d get word out on the dot;
they’re easy to spot.

And I’d tell a parable 
or something comparable,
with a nugget of caramel
to be retold a lot.

Earth brown exterior:
clearly superior;
heavenly interior,
delicious and gold.

Here comes Sir Lancelot,
riding his ocelot.
Yeah, sure, it costs a...

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There is an ocelot at twelve o’clock
I did not bother to get out my Glock.
Was eaten fast
All but my cast
Thanks to the lying wolf-crier on the block...

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    Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad 
    Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda 
    Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
    Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
    Lithe, while night...

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