Long Anteater Poems
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In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked,
One page unfamiliar to me
Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked,
Was the animal listed for P.
For a pangolin isn’t your average beast,
But an anteater covered in scales,
Looking quite prehistoric from head to, not least
Of its features, those long spiky nails.
It waddles in search of its main source of food,
For which it employs every sense,
Yet if threatened, it is very quickly subdued;
Curling up is its only defense.
I learned all about this today on TV,
But I’m glad that awareness was raised
In an alphabet book on which, ages ago,
Both my grandson and I once had gazed.
Paula the pangolin polished her scaly skin
Went to the market and traded her mandolin
Told the shopkeeper, “I’ll swap for a mandarin,
Oranges are a bit big for a pangolin.”
The shopkeeper gave her the requisite fruit
And said, “Would you sell me your anteater suit?”
Paula said, “It’s not a suit and I’m ravenous,
Ive got a space in my tummy that’s cavernous.”
The shopkeeper said, “But it’s fruit that you’ve got,
Unless you’re a vegan you eat bugs… a lot!”
Paula said, “You’ve just used citrus as cash,
So don’t you judge me as I do something rash.”
She headed outside and said grace to her God
And stamped on the mandarin, til it was trod
The shopkeeper rushed out in anger fuelled haste,
And shouted, “You could have at least had a taste.
“Just look at the juice as it trickles away,
I now wish that I hadn’t served you today.”
“You’re wasting good food,” was the worst of his rants
Til Paula the pangolin said, “Oh look… ants!”
The Almost Autobiography of the Bread and Butter King
The bread and butter king was pompous and proud
He had no power, but he was insanely ugly and loud.
An actor wanted to play him on stage in a theater.
Ratio, a subject said, “He is as selfish as they come, a real anteater.”
He can play the piano and the flute someone boasted.
And last month I almost got invited to a party he hosted.
He is arrogant and mean an all-knowing child said.
The best story of his life will be after he is dead.
While we are on the topic, his wife is okay said one.
She is kind of plain, but she has an ample lovely chest.
Leave her alone; she is a horribly shy little thing
She never gives cheek, though she is married to the king.
Where is some paper? The actor asked for he was writing a play.
He appealed to the youth, for he knows they would find a way
To get him the supplies he needed to write about his uncle Pete.
It was no error that he had been sent to his kingdom so sweet.
Let’s take a photo his uncle the arrogant king said.
The bonus was that after the selfie, the hungry actor was fed.
What about a movie about his life? The talented actor thought.
He was out of his depth, but his imagination was easily sought.
It lays helpless at the foot of the hill gasping for breath, while the shadows drifts slowly over the hardened earth and thickened skies. The scent of the gully birds kept meandering around strange daffodils with courageous scent filtering in the promiscuous skies.
I have learnt that starfish and clams are not the smartest creatures but when they bond together there is no breathing space for the clam to waiver. The bowerbird with its sugary nest scampers around the logs, watching the chipmunk tunneling through the hole while the squirrel kept swinging from door to door and the queen bee kept spewing honey on the wooden floor.
A loud noise echoed from across the horizon crashing through lofty mountain sending billows of smoke through the dented skies. The ashes travels for miles sand and dust mixed with the earth’s crust dancing to the alligator rhythm and the cicada kept its tune for the mass schedule at noon. The beaver stands next to the door watching the giant anteater walking on the shore, while the sea gulls kept asking for more.
I stood from a long distance watching the piranha drifting towards the shore and the gold fish swimming behind its tail with a blood spot on its veil, as the shadows of human encountered with the drill the piranhas plunges in the ocean plate and the mammoth come flying out of nowhere busting down the gate and the fish swam freely towards the shore and migrate into fresh clean waters.
It was a scene that I could never forget; it kept me static on the deck as the ships starts rolling in the voices began to sing and everyone caught on to that mystifying rhythm. I am Free.
the Walrus is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the tusks of a Walrus
the Anteater is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Narwhal is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Giraffe is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Zebra is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Crocodile is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Chicken is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the legs of a Chicken
the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
the Frog is an odd looking animal
but not as odd looking as the Booraffe
who has the feet of a Frog
the legs of a Chicken
the tail of a Crocodile
the body of a Zebra
the neck of a Giraffe
the horn of a Narwhal
the head of an Anteater
and the tusks of a Walrus
not that you can see his feet
because the Booraffe wears slippers
just like Grandad’s
Hildy Honey Badger was mad as unleavened beer hops
Alice her American Cousin said that she was tops
How dare you she said, and you are a carnivore too!
The bells I am said Alice. I’m an omnivore like you!
They decided not to speak any more that day on Zoom.
Hildy went around slapping everyone else in the room.
What did we do? They asked, astounded at her action.
I am angry with my cousin. Slapping gives me satisfaction!
Next Hildy got mad at Wilma Weasel, a distant Aunt.
So she slammed the fish out of their tank and kicked a plant.
The rest of the badgers ran out, giving her plenty of space.
By supper she had thrown up a hundred earth worms, a disgrace.
Is it safe to come back? Asked her neighbor, anteater Girdle.
I doubt it, the rest of them said and we are cooking a turtle.
They stayed out of the moorlands for a day and a night.
While Hildy Honey Badger destroyed every dhramned thing in sight.
Knock, knock, let me in.
Tell your tale. Please begin.
My name is Barley Methedrine.
Oh no, Barley Methedrine, it's not.
Your name is Sorghum Apricot.
You put too much import in a name.
In the grand scheme, it's all the same.
Tell me what it is you do.
I'm chief superintendent of the zoo.
Oh no, you play drums, and study law,
and your name is Winston Panama.
True, but that was in my other life.
In this one, I play clarinet and fife,
and I must ask you to get into the sack.
A spiny anteater I lack.
That's the first thing you must do.
You'll be a fine specimen for my zoo.