There once was an elk a lonely elk
not a wapiti or moose
who had no friends not even a whelk
so he went in search the silly goose
hoping for the milk
of elkish kindness
with another of his ilk
tho' he did go looking high and low
roaming all around in the snow
sad to say at the end of the day
no others there were to be found
and what's more seeking far and near
he saw not even a caribou
no one who'd whisper in his ear
so no he never knew
he was the only elk in the zoo
freeze frosting packed snow
heavy storm promotes hunger ~
lone caribou fears
Now Rudolph the red-nosed caribou
has a task that only he can do
his job on Christmas Eve
though you may disbelieve
is to guide Santa's sleigh straight to you.
An old man from Caribou Hill
Fancied a bit of a thrill
His care worker, Sandy
Was willing and randy
And slipped him a little blue pill.
***
If only the coach would have told him
If only he’d bothered to scold him
My footballer son
Just might have won
And maybe I wouldn’t have sold him
***
Adam was not taking bets
When Eve turned up wearing fish nets
He told her stand back
I’m feeling less slack
And I don’t know how big this thing gets.
***
A dog lover called Timmy Tupp
Was laying a lawn for his pup
The sods were high piled
His neighbours all smiled
And one of them yelled ‘green side up’
***
A randy lass from Billericky
Left Sherry, mince pies and a biccie
Don’t be too dismayed
Christmas is delayed
For tonight Santa fancied a quickie
***
Tarzan tried hard not to cough
But his loins were in need of a cloth
Jane said at a pinch
You’re nearly an inch
And Tarzan was really hacked off
There is a new ice cream
It is A in Canada
It is called The Caribou
An ice cream bar on a stick
Sold in the groceries stores
A hard chocolate shell
With a rice crispy coat
Bite into it -vanilla ice cream
The caramel flowing out
Your taste buds will be pleased
If you like caramel
If you like chocolate
This ice cream you'll enjoy
A delicious tasty treat
On a hot humid day
Baraboo!
Her clowns now gone away
Her deer -- now cari-blue
The saga set
In blinding light
Upon a barren stage
Players hunter and prey
Eyes the marrow of this bone
Peering thought the slit aperture
The nuance of the scene
Otherwise lost to a midnight sun
Sharp and cold as the landscape itself
He surveys
The old hunter can attest
To the proclivity of the caribou
To their and his own temerity
Making these grueling migrations to feed their family
The sun descends
A no show
He removes his ilgaak and walks off stage
*Ilgaak - Inuktitut, snow goggles carved from bone, antler or driftwood
11/05/18
For John Hamilton's
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
limitless valley
forced separated instinct
lost my caribou
~Written By: Laura Loo~
~Date Written: February 14, 2016~