As more than a few
flew to Peru
to peruse the view
who knew
or had a clue
what a man's to do
in the cerulean blue
but stand in the queue
to use the loo
and if you go too
or tootle on through
in lieu of a zoo
you're due to accrue
sights of a llama or two
in Machu Picchu
llama arrives in the tea room all polished and puffed up
putting on airs, as if she is almost too chic to dine or sup
persnickety, pampered, and proud of her new sophisticated look.
She looks like she has just written an uppity etiquette book.
We try to ignore her, maybe she can find another table in which to dine.
Scoot over, says my empathetic cousin. I roll my eyes and say “fine.”
Llama is batting her fake eyelashes and flashing her high heel shoes.
I pointedly do not speak to her until I remember she owes us dues
Can the llama see?
We truly did not know
How can he not get lost?
Where does he go?
The llama began to buck.
He saw his chance, he spun his luck
He flipped his hair and gave me the eye
I had never been more fearful of my hairy guy
Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here, haven't found it yet
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
Hugging llamas and other poor creatures
Really tells them you care
The llama has a name that everybody mispronounces.
"The double 'll', it sounds like 'y'," he patiently announces.
"The single 'l', it sounds like 'l'," proceeds his dissertation,
"And a 'lama' is a holy man of Tibetan derivation.
But what I cannot understand," says he,
"Is why it's not left up to me
To solve a problem that's become the worst case
Of mispronunciation in the history of creation,
And spell it 'yama', like it sounds, in the first place!"
stag’s imagination ran wild in the best of ways by chance
tonight he dreamed of flora, fauna, faeries, and fragrance
lacy edged Luna moth hovered around the garden in his mind
verdant growths of lilies, vines, and flowers of every imagined kind
vision included a boy, girl, and happily ever after, nothing numbered.
stag dreamed on and on, visiting stag Nirvana as he slumbered.
Jake sleeps so deeply, nothing wakes him up said his worried mother.
he is astral traveling, whispered his more-aware spiritual brother.
pastel llama you think you are all that
you put on airs in front of the dog and the cat
you feel superior; you are fluffy and phat
we are not fooled by you said my brother Matt.
Ignore him please, I told my beautiful Llama.
When she returned from store, I would tell my mama.
Matt is always being mean, maybe he has hidden drama?
I spent the rest of the morning reassuring my llama.
The theatre is open, acting tactics keep it in theatrics
Making a scene says Lamar llama, is for stage queen drama
The theatrical kind we see and hear, save it for Shakespeare
The easy life isn’t enough for some no, they go, on and on
Wherever from, the USA or all the way to the United Kingdom
Some folks only exist, to insist on creating a bit of drama
There once was a Peruvian llama
Whose owner shipped him to Alabama
Horns blaring, lights flashing
Folks screaming, cars crashing
All points lookout ~ one llama in trauma
Never alarm a llama
I’m telling you in case
You alarm a llama
And he spits in your face
But if you charm a llama
And give him lots of grass
He won’t spit or charge at you
And he won’t kick your ar5e
And if you bought a llama
With a Boris Johnson head
You didn’t buy a llama
But an alpaca instead
Once there was a farmer
Who rode to the pub on a llama
He said "In Peru
It's the thing to do
Isn't she a charmer?"
lizard or llama
which do you want?
I think hard.
Both please.
You can only have one.
Stern look.
I hate my parents.
Remember Funom Makama,
Who went riding on a llama,
And viewed,
Family feud;
Fell off then had a trauma.
Jim Horn
Consider the neck-ed creature known as the llama
A species of alpaca that lives in zoos or dioramas
Some llamas look like camels, others like sheep
Tho I've never seen one shephereded by Little-Bo-Peep
As for me, I really haven't much use for llamas
Unless I need a pair of brown woolen pajamas
Have you hugged a llama today
Or a bunny or a kangaroo
You'll feel all squiggly and giggly inside
And a bit rumpity bumpity too
Not only will you feel all squiggly inside
But these guys will be wearing a grin
They sure like receiving those huggeroonies
You'll notice their tails start to spin
So if you spy a sad looking teddy
Or a kitten with eyes full of tears
Tell them you love 'em and hold 'em tight
You'll chase away all of their fears
Tonight when Mommy tucks you in
And gives you a big snuffily kiss
Remember the lonely animals out there
Blow them a kiss and don't miss
There's a moral here but haven't found it yet
Maybe it's hiding under a chair
By hugging llamas and other poor creatures
You'll skip down life's thoroughfare
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