Long Aardvark Poems
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A cute gentile pig in New York
plays hopscotch over turtle hurdles
which eased her bunny
until a smack talking turkey announced,
'Did you hear how the skunks in bombay
lost a spelling bee - to an
artistic aardvark named clark?'
Around her, muttering mosquitoes
Dear teddy bear, my teddy bear
While a mynah bird confesses
to freeing an elephant
Who stands where dragons roam
dreaming of dinosaurs, as
King Doberman eavesdrops on
Seagulls talking to a sock monkey
Don't have a cow
The little red squirrel told my lioness-
Koalas love a cooling tang.
7/21/19
For 20 Titles from 20 Friends contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
A cute gentile pig in New York - Gershon Wolf
Turtle Hurdles - Mark Toney
Eased Her Bunny - Rico Leffanta
Smack Talking Turkey - Freddie Robinson Jr
Skunks in Bombay - Pat Adams
Spelling Bee - Line Gauthier
Artistic Aardvark named Clark - Caren Krutsinger
Muttering mosquitoes - sand blown
Dear teddy bear, my teddy bear - Connie Marcum Wong
A Mynah Bird Confesses - Kim Rodrigues
Freeing an Elephant - Suzanne Delany
Where Dragons Roam - P.S. Awtry
Dreaming of Dinosaurs - Jan Allison
King Doberman - Tania Kitchin
Seagulls Talking - Rhona Mcferran
Sock Monkey - Nina Parmenter
Don't Have a Cow - Alexis Y
The Little Red Squirrel - Pixie Dust
My Lioness - Anisha Dutta
Koalas Love a Cooling Tang - M.L. Kiser
I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pils
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
Its closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
Joan Of Ark
Noah was a geyser and a bible kind of guy
Wouldn’t take no messing from a vicious gospel sky
He’d got the nod from Mr God to build a massive boat
And save the birdies and the beasts by keeping some afloat
He gathered wood and sawed it and he banged in lots of nails
He crossed his fingers and he prayed, ‘I hope the damned thing sails’
And then there came some drops of rain but thankfully he’d made it
The boat at last was built and it was time to populate it
His list began with aardvark and he got as far as mole
But the list was very long and so he used a toilet roll
He knew that space was tight so all the beasts were stacked in twos
And then he panicked when he found he had no kangaroos
When his mum in law got on, the boat tipped up one end
That really got his goat up cos she drove him round the bend
So, referring to his ruling that said only two of each
He hooked her on a crane and dumped her backside on the beach
But his wife looked like her mother and she ate more like a Gannett
Not a great incentive to re-populate the planet
But he’d made room for someone who would often make him groan
She’s how he got his jollies so he called her Jolly Joan
When he’s alone with Jolly Joan she never will refuse
But this time Noah noticed that she seemed to have the blues
She said I love you Noah, but like animals and shoes
I rather hoped that EVERYTHING around here came in twos
Noah shrugged, ‘I’m sorry but I’m six hundred years old
This place smells like a barnyard and I’m freezing bloody cold’
She said, ‘I’ll have to warm you up to raise your ardour higher’
And then she pulled him closer, ‘Come on baby, light my fire’
There was a possum
of worldly descent
Gathering diamonds
and things it had spent
Chasing a catfish
down dragonfly row
Wanting to see if
it was someone to know
Laughed at an aardvark
with tangerine pants
Filling it's pockets
with yesterday's ants
Climbed up a staircase
that led to the sky
Waving at meadowlarks,
saying goodbye
Chewed on a cabbage
it found by the gate
Wondering if it was
something it ate
Sat down alone,
which was normal you see
Crying those tears
as it hoped it could be
Somebody's friend
that he never could find
Merely a possum,
just pay him no mind
He'll get along,
it's just something to do
And if he passes
in front of you
Maybe just smile
and tell him hello
He might be somebody
you'd like to know
Or let him be
without well wishes sent
For he's just a possum
of worldly descent
For the Dandelions Tiger Lillian and Bear berries Oh My Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
How would one find
The design of my mind?
Where would I start?
Guess I’ll start a la carte
I’d have wallpaper puppies
And flickers of flame
In candles of crystal
The sizes the same
There’d be three tiers of table
And tassels and tents
Now on my bed, there would be
Sheets of suspense
I’d have rugs shagalicious
And fragrance of flowers
With artwork of aardvark
And three whisky sours
If that weren’t enough
I’d have cocktails of cunning
Mosaics of murals
That would be rather stunning
But as for the color,
My favorite hue?
Well that would be easy,
A sweet baby blue
2/23/18
Mind Your Paint
Viv Wigley
I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Settled down for our boozy night.
We sampled the pale ale and bitter
Then the stout the mild and the pils
Organically brewed with such care
To avoid any hangover ills.
And my Aardvark danced a jig,
Accompanying himself on a lute
The wind blowing through the bottles
Providing a raw wild sort of flute.
We discussed the ways of the world
Each providing our original views
On such as the Albigensian heresies
And the standard of reporting the news.
Then a bell rang through that forest
And a voice rolled in my head
Its closing time for the winter
And I woke up alone in my bed.
I sprang from my sheets with a zest
Had a quick burst on my tambourine
Before cleaning my teeth with such energy
On my oral hygiene machine.
I ate toast and two eggs for my brekkers
With a selection of blended fruit teas
Hungry from my walk with that Aardvark
In that forest of beer bottle trees.
An awful aardvark ate anchovies against all advice.
Besides belching beyond belief, he bit bitter banana boats.
Charlie Chimp cackled curiously, convinced
Delicious delectable desserts did damage.
Enormous energy engaged enthusiastic excitement
Frenzied friendly felines, forever forgiving
Greasy giraffes giving grievous gripes
Horsey happiness hiding hurt amongst hilarity.
Ignoring idiocy involved ignorantly,
Jumping jack-a-lopes jiggled
Kangaroo kindness keeping
Leisurely lions laughing
Merriment mesmerized monkey marines
Never notorious, nevertheless, nefarious
Octopus ostracized owls, ostentatiously,
Preventing Porcupines putting prickles precariously in patrons.
Quietly and quickly
Resuscitating rescued rabbits
Savagely sustaining simple seriousness
Totally terrorized
Underneath unique
Verbose velocity
Which worried
‘xtra ‘xtraneous
Zipping, zaggy, zebras.
*Image of Animals Noah by Pixabay.
Think Big, Worry Less
The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.
Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.
Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.
Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!
2021 July 30
alabaster aardvark allows
banished blue booby
cobblestone cracks
during Dubuque’s disastrous date
effervescent egrets
feel felonious and free
giving giant giraffe gratitude
high-fiving hilarious hyenas
illustrious indigo iguana
jokily justifies
kangaroo’s curious kindness
luxurious llama laughs
mangy monkey mimics
noisy next-door neighbor
ornery oustanding ostrich of Oz
provokes prissy persnickety peacock
querulously quarrels with quick quail
resident rodent rushes
sassily sure-footed and serious
temperate tarantula turns
under universal udder
variegated villainous veins
willingly walk weirdly
‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtraordinary
yellow yang yaks
zing in zigzag zones, zeroing alabaster aardvarks
[Sometimes when I’m struggling to write
I scrawl gibberish in the hope that inspiration
will lie within. Sometimes, just sometimes…
I like the result. This is one such]
There’s an ostrich in my porridge
There’s a shrew in my canoe
There’s a tiger in my trifle
There’s a Shih Tzu in my shoe
There’s a spider in my cider
There’s a goldfish in my loo
There’s an aardvark in the car park
and a coypu in my stew
There’s a monkey looking funky
With a meerkat for a hat
And an adder up a ladder
Hiding from a hungry rat
There’s a beaver with a cleaver
For he hasn’t any teeth
And a gator ate a waiter
Which was really rather brief
There’s a haddock in my paddock
And he’s in a proper muddle
An explosion in the ocean
Left him splashing in a puddle
A polar bear just over there
Has seen an easy lunch
For haddock are so juicy
With not many bones to crunch
He gave up eating penguins
When a penguin bit his neck
He won’t see that electric fence
For Polar bears don’t check
And when he got a zap
He got an aura that was fiery
He staggered round in circles
With his hair all black and wiry
He tried to brush the soot off
But he’d have to wash it later
He didn’t get the chance
Because he met the alligator
The gator had to rest because
Although he felt quite chuffed
A waiter and a polar bear
Had left his belly stuffed
But my wife grabbed a hammer
And she’s had ten thousand views
Of her alligator handbag
And her alligator shoes
[Well, you were warned!]