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Avid anteaters ate artichokes
Blossoming beyond barley’s beauty,
Classic chews can clearly
Deny delivering dangerous dangling dates
Evening eggplants enormous evolved ecstatic
Ferocious fig fritters furthering Frito’s finesse.
Galloping gingerbread giants gobbling goats gelatin,
Hurrying heavily handsome hindquarters
Imagining illustriously ignorant
Jealous juried jams
Killing king’s kiwi kingdoms.
Lazy llamas laughed lightly
Making monster muffins melt
Near Neville Nettle’s nearest nutty nerves.
Opulent Ostrich ostracizes olive oils,
Putting putrid previewing pastries past
Quality quizzing quails'
Ridiculously rancid roasts
Seriously swimming sideways since strawberries
Traveled toward tender turkey talk,
Undermining understudy’s uninteresting
Very vivacious vixen’s vigorously vain vixens
Who will work wonders when
‘xtra ‘xtravagant ‘xtrapolations
Yell, yowl, yippee yelping
Zeroing zealous zealots’ zesty zeal.
On the Sixth Day
On the sixth day God created the animals
Oh what fun creating the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create all the animals
On the sixth day.
God made cats and dogs and hogs and frogs
Elk and moose – mongoose on the loose;
Singing birds and fuzzy chicks –
The Lord in Heaven even made a tic? Ick!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made camels, rhinos, laughing hyenas
Lions, tigers, funny stripped zebras;
Robins that fly and pigs with curly tails
Roadrunners, coyotes and the slowest snails. Beep! Beep!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made leopards, cheetahs, elephants, oh my!
Bumblebees, ladybugs and all the butterflies;
Bears and badgers, bunnies too!
Koalas down under then made the kangaroo. Yahoo!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made otters, dolphins, seals and grey whales
Beavers, peacocks, squirrels with their funny tails;
Worms that slither and tortoise that creep
Wombats, meerkats, silver fox and fuzzy sheep! Baa!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made gophers, manatees, long-necked giraffe
Anteaters, platypus just to see us laugh;
Walrus, polar bears, doe eyed deer;
Possums and skunks, not to fear! Whew!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made crickets, fireflies, marmots, muskrats,
Jaguar, walking sticks, radar guided bats;
Beavers, ferrets, woodchuck, raccoons -
Made the wolves who howl at the moon. Howl!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made crab and shrimp and gooey ducks
Lobster, cows, grasshopper ruckus;
Horses, ants and donkeys forlorn
But, God didn’t make a unicorn? Oh no!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made gophers, panthers, giant roly-poly bugs
Gold fish, spiders, clams in shells -so snug
Birds that swim and fish that fly
All these creations – my, oh my! My, oh my!
On the sixth day God created the animals;
Oh what fun to create all the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create the animals –
On the sixth day! Yeah!
Me? Corny?
No.
But...
...
...
I dream that I could go to war
simply so a picture of her is nestled
in my top shirt pocket
at all times.
I'm still not corny, man.
But...
...
...
I fill my mind with thoughts of entering Noah's ark with
her for a (150 day) date
Hand in hand
As a pair of anteaters
(makes long-distance kissing easier)
I'm still not corny.
But...
...
...
I sometimes hope that I need a blood transfusion from
her every 42 days so that I can always have
a piece of her
with me
at all times.
I'm not corny.
But...
...
...
But everyday,
Without fail
I pray that one day at the ripe age of 70
I could
herd my grandchildren around my chair so
I could
explain every little thing that she did that
would humble even Frane Selak,
Only for her to come in and yell
"You left the dishes, again"
in that hypnotizing voice that I know all too
well to which we all will erupt in laughter
and-and-and....
Ok.
I'm corny.
Damn it.
She is friendly and as welcoming as anyone in the neighborhood in the spring, outside, in her garden.
She collects neighbors the way anteaters collect ants, without hardly trying.
They see her out there, and they put on their spring jackets and join her.
She listens and she laughs, and she enjoys them like no other person ever has, appreciating them.
They invite her to their houses, but she dare not go, so she makes an excuse.
They only see her in the spring, which seems curious, but they are too busy showing themselves to ask about her life.
She seems private, somehow, and they respect that.
None of them know that she lives a secret life, a terrifying life, inside the house, with her abductor.
No one knows that she was kidnapped when she was nine, and she is fearful of everyone, even them.
No one realizes that he is watching, and seething with anger that he let her out, worried about what she might say.
As they flock to her, to have her listen to them, he is plotting how he will make her pay.
And she does.
It is her last outing.