There's no gnus
like no gnus
if you're a gnu
who likes no gnus
but if you're lonely
and agnother gnu
you'd like to see
as two gnu's company
yes indeed
believe you me
altho' it may
seem absurd
no less than
three's a herd
I am a gnu but I wanted to be an ox.
Or an antelope or artic fox.
Enlightened by summer’s equinox,
Rowing my boat like a well-trained cox,
Please meet me today down by the docks.
Where maidens preen in pretty flowered frocks.
But do not wear those stupid ugly argyle socks.
I will be the large one wearing the face of the ox.
An arthritic grey Gnu
Could not manage to put on his shoe
His back would not bend
So in the end
He decided his shoe he would chew
The gnu in the crew
Didn’t know what to do
He was feeling a wee bit bumfuzzle
For the bear in the middle
Spoke pure taradiddle
And he was just part of the puzzle
He called out “gardyloo
Yes, I’m talking to you
You’ve turned us about widdershims”
Then he heard billingsgate
From another shipmate
With language not found in church hymns
Now he felt gollywobbles
From all of their squabbles
And wanted to set the crew straight
“We must turn cattywampus
And follow the compass
And do it before it’s too late.”
Like sickersnees through some butter
An encouraging utter
“I think we can keep up the pace”
And soon by some gubbins
By hard rowing and pumpin’s
They found themselves back in the race
I was asked to write a poem using all those weird words you see. You might have to look them up in a dictionary to get the true meaning of some of the lines.
Ill give you a clue,
It could live in a zoo,
I suppose some of them do,
It’s a gnu
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