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Amy’s Toys
A is animals on top of my bed
which are all laid out in a nice big spread
B is for banana a soft yellow fruit
I pretended to be a monkey in a fancy suit
C is for cat with a black and white collar
I made the collar myself because I didn’t like the pink collar
D is dog six I have got
I made paper sailing hats and they all sailed in a yacht
E is for elephant which I have not
So I pretended to be one by swaying my trunk a lot
F is for fish, a fish called Nemo
We watched a film together which was called Finding Nemo
G is for giraffe one baby and one mother
I buy a daddy one and that will be another
H is for horse one pink and one brown
I put my on my riding cap and pretended I won the Derby crown
I is for I have way too many
So I gave a few to my best friend Benny
J is for jungle “A jungle of teddy bears.”
That’s what my mum said but I don’t care
K is for kola which I got as a present
Kolas climb trees and I did too but it wasn’t very pleasant
L is for leopard all covered with spots
And I have caught the chicken pox
M is for monkey with a blue rucksack
I put in for later a little flapjack
N is for “Now where is Nemo?”
“Oh there you are inside my toy limo!”
O is for orange a nice juicy drink
I mustn't forget the flapjack what would mum think
P is for peacock which I brought from a gift shop
Then I went home… hop, hop, hop
Q is for quiet a lot of toys on my bed
All laid neatly in a nice big spread
R is for Rabbit… Peter Rabbit
My collection of toys is now becoming a habit
S is for snake, pink with blue and black spots
Luckily it’s not real for I would have to get shots
T is for Teddy who keeps me safe at night
Teddy always chases the monsters away when I get a fright
U is for unicorn purple and pink
I am sure that the unicorn gave me a wink
V is for very lot of toys in my room
I might need another bedroom
W is for walrus swimming in the bath
At least it’s not a mudbath
X for x-ray specs I lost Nemo again
“Oh! there you are hiding in my den!”
Y is yes I want more toys
But I think my mum is quite annoyed
Z is for zebra which I still have to get
Well, maybe not just yet
In a royal antibacterial waste machine one must wait for the willing vibrancy of the whistling seal. Dressed neatly in a three piece suit he sits on a rock and calls to the breezes on which there are so few. In the era of expunging elitist effigies there exists far less than in a previous era so dimensions have developed a more triangular appearance. Seal looks on. Temperate falling skies bring all weathers and still not too many feathers on a beaded wind. A cloth can move around to bring alterations but altercations are caused by many plastic helmeted men who proudly hold the spray. And spraying is often located even in a bread. Or a small currant. Or sultana. Managed mainly manufactured. Measly mass monstrous movements. No moccasins here then. And thus the page is turned until the avenue is in sight. Roll roll roll. Here comes the square car. Beep beep. Out of which comes a giraffe, a penguin, a sea turtle with bright lips, and a monstrous fig tree complete with a very tall hat that reaches to Jupiter. When that is wiped the flight paths of emus sail to even the most far flung regions of the globe. And travesty is not travelling it is trapping and taming. Should one really place ham in a sandwich when pork should be free to roam? All aboard then. Is everyone ready? Comfortable? Enchanted? Good. For time is short. And a boom boom boom is arriving to stunt even the most strongest of plants into an oblivion of a scale. But not a scale of C. A scale of 0. No charging buffalo could ever stand true if the prefered angle is in a skirt or a bosum. And a bohemian's car is a secret castle. Watch out there is a lady who spews curd. Mongoose style of neck. So a mongoose and a buffalo do go to dinner to entertain for great plans are being made and a global economy has an appointment at the gym. So hahaha to all that. And place the 900 nappies in the bin. For the 890 children will surely mean that the £ will pay the way. House heating. And a heavy wide load giggling with a small town. Xxxxx high heels mooo looping. Xxxxx kittens kitty xxxxx belligerent buffer bluffing xxxxx done. And that was the p y q who was reporting live from a dinner hall in 1528. Z.
Form:
WE . . . NOT FRUSTRATED
Those whose mouth speak and ooze
Only fire of a voluble vibrating vocabulary
Those whose sin is just speaking for others
In order for their other orders not to be ordered
Those whose lives were almost snuffed
Away by the ordered ultra-fascists gangsters
Those whose words sparkles only fire
To fire the unfired spirits into burn- fires
Those whose political jargons-renditions
Send thousands frenzy for action
Those whose offence is probing beyond
The nostril above their faces
Those who are ostracized for louding the truth
Above the speaker of the U and I garden
These
Are those my bird flock together with
During the day in search of the night
I among those given heavy knock on
The head for these inequities known only to them
I among those who are painted in stinker Toga
Of Miscreants, Disgruntled elements,…
I among those placed on a four season wheel-chair
With a gun powder explosion underneath
But
For them their son that strike the cheek of a Porter
More thunderous a slap to be queried nor be punished
For them their sons and daughters whose oblongata
Remains blank but full of giraffe and chips in the exams
For them their stooges that converse with guns and goons
For them that smile with axes, guns, daggers . . .
To strike, shoot and maim others
For them their anchors that knows nothing but something
For out of their nothing lies violence and blood
For they speaketh nor write
For them their boys they present a golden plate of honour
Found worthy in learning and character
Doomed to become menace to the society
For we . . . remain resolute
For we . . . not frustrated
For we . . . not cowed
For we . . . unperturbed
For we shall uphold the pillar of truth
Until our struggle shall beam light en route the tunnel
Alayande Stephen .T
12th February,2006
11.28am
Conceptualised after my four semester rustication
Verdict by Prof.Bamiro UI VC led SDC in
University of Ibadan on the 31st of January,2006.
A Promise to myself to refire the struggle not to retire.
Form:
The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table today? Not very. For it is very difficult to discover a tabletop when all is thrown upon it like a raked lawn disturbed by a windy day. Tons of papers jostling for position fighting for space with the clothes and the pen takes up the most room but is asleep and snoring. And who would wish to wake a pen for on waking they can become quite irate so always move quietly if they are in slumber. The dog sees the mess on the table and leaves to play with his toy. The leaving of the dog displeased the table who enjoyed the dogs company and often chatted about wood for hours with the woof. The table groans and groans at the weight and the mess. But to no avail. Causing landslides around the house with its bellow and volcanic voice. The little plant pot in the centre popped through a t shirt and with its leaves pushed and swept all of the contents of the tabletop onto the recently swept floor. Ha it thought. I will now get some water today because I am exposed and no longer in a tomb of clothes. Good. The table was laughing at the resulting mess on the floor. The dog re entered the room and upon seeing the clothes and papers decided to chew then sleep. This was not good news for the returning zoo people. Sixty five elephants, a giraffe, a giant eel, a pride of lions, sixteen baboons, a leopard, one five metre penguin, eighteen tropical fish, a four thousand foot ostrich with a four mile beak, all entered the house. Saw the mess but went about their chores. Cooking and cleaning and bathing. Then seated at the table were the gorilla family who played games of cards till after midnight accompanied by the ambience of tunes from the other animals who were well versed in violin, guitars, bongos, trumpets, cellos, harpsichords and penny whistles. The table was quite content. Harmonic heavenly haven. And no bread crumbs to spit on him. Fantastic...........mesmerized Z Z Z Z. With a tall bearded cuckoo clock calling from a cloud. Z
Form:
Had the strangest dream last night.
Merlin appeared in a cloak of white.
Wielding no magic, he related how tragic,
That many couldn't stand and fight.
With crystalline focus at hand,
Didn't know what he had planned.
Casting ego aside, I swallowed my pride;
And made a commitment to understand.
Inching closer as to begin,
Placing staff under his chin.
The fear in my eyes, and total surprise;
Brought forth his Cheshire Cat grin.
"I've chosen you to free the meek.
For the liberty they would seek."
"To troubled lands, as the hour hands;
Pass in moments instead of a week."
Waving same powerful staff,
Growing taller than a giraffe.
The expression that rose, from my face that froze;
Only made the Sorcerer laugh.
Walking in a forest, bound by rings.
Within a stone, the Sword of Kings.
Left in safe keeping, as I began weeping;
For the air had become our wings.
Excalibur, now handled by me,
We landed on a mighty oak tree.
Perched high at its peak, and unable to speak;
Were the masses below and unfree.
"These are the people I meant.
Where hopes and dreams are spent,"
"By selfish factions, that justify actions;
That can no longer be given or lent."
"Their motives lack humanity,
That spawns endless calamity."
My face growing pale, as I witnessed their Hell,
Was governed by blatant insanity.
"For my plan to fully succeed,
You must first learn tactics to lead."
"Armed with compassion, you'll be able to fashion,
A path from corruption and greed."
As my heart wrenched in their pain,
Salty tears would continue to stain,
The internal voice, that confirmed my choice;
To be the captain of freedoms plane.
"Now you know what must be done.
I'll give you keys to unlock the sun."
"Blinding the night, to illuminate sight;
Will grant peace to everyone."
Raising staff high above his head,
The last words of wisdom he said:
"Go into the light, and prepare for the plight;
That many would commonly dread."
As I awoke in my bed with a scream,
Could this really be all it might seem?
A true vision quest, to unshackle the rest;
Or just one magical, lucid dream.
After enduring their egocentricity for centuries…Gaia could no longer wait…so she summoned every entity on the planet…to listen to the debate.
“The humans think they are more important than all of you.” Gaia said….This was met with laughter from all the non-human guests
“I wanted to give them a chance to prove to us why they think they are the best.”
“We are by far the most complex.” the humans said, ‘It takes 30 trillion cells to make up one woman or one man.’
‘The next time you’re on the beach,” Gaia replied…”try counting all the grains of sand.”
‘Our hearts are truly a mechanical wonder.” The humans added… “a fact you can’t deny.”
Gaia nodded, “But our ocean beats with the same rhythm…and our oceans never die.”
“And if you’re looking for the biggest heart…in that same ocean it can be found…it’s inside the great blue whale’s and it weighs 400 pounds.”
“If you’re looking for the biggest heart in relation to the size of the animal…this also has been catalogued…the prize here does not go to you humans…the winner is…the dog.”
“And again, while we’re on this subject…your human heart is truly a marvel…a wonder for all to see…but your one heart pales in comparison…the octopus and the giraffe…have three."
“But we’ve built boats to conquer the water and planes that allow us to fly.” everyone present could hear the humans’ cheers…until Gaia quickly pointed to the dolphins and the eagles saying, “They’ve been doing that for years”.
“You cannot doubt we are much smarter.” the humans smiled. “Our brains are truly the best!”“Ah, but you only prove your ignorance .” Gaia said, “the moment you think you’re smarter than the rest”.
“I have heard enough.” Gaia said. "Humans you are truly special…and there is no doubt you have your worth…
but the Earth can live without you…you cannot live without the Earth.
No entity on this planet is more important or more blessed
No entity on this planet is more important than the rest.
The non-humans were ecstatic…the humans, predictably, were irate…
“I hope one day you’ll understand.” Gaia said..
with that…she ended the debate.
A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)
C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K)
D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d like to shove up your dad’s... see A)
E is for Eagle (and for egotistical effing... see K... and C)
F is for Frog (and for Fu*ker, which your dad’s been doing with someone who isn’t me)
G is for Giraffe (and for Git - your dad is a Git... and he has two faces)
H is for Horse (and for Hard Up - which your dad was... in too many places)
I is for Insect (and for Insolvent, which thanks to me, he’ll soon be, with just one legal shove)
J is for Jellyfish (and Judas. Your Dad’s a Judas... with a rash from his illicit love)
K is for Kitten (and for making some words sound worse - see C)
L is for Lion (and Lobster, a creature with claws that belongs at the bottom of the sea - hmmm...)
M is for Mouse (and for machete and for manhood... which gives me an idea)
N is for Newt (and Nymphomaniac - neither should work at IKEA)
O is for Owl (and Optimistic, well, he thought that he left me fulfilled)
P is for Penguin (and for Philandering, at which your daddy is skilled)
Q is for Quail (and for Quickie, the best that your daddy could do)
R is for Rabbit (and Rampant - and once I got that, how did we get you?)
S is for Snail (and for Slug, which describes both your dad and his di*k)
T is for Tiger (and Torrid, your dad was this with some Randy chick)
U is for Unicorn (and Underhand, your dad was this night and day)
V is for Vole (and also VD, hence the rash that was listed in J)
W is for Worm (and for Merchant Banker, thats rhyming slang for your father)
X is for Xerus (and X-rated gel, I bet he’ll work up quite a lather)
Y is for Yak (and for Yesterday’s News, which is all your dad turns out to be
Z is for Zebra (and for Zeees, that his Nympho is catching, asleep next to me)
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[Xerus is a genus of African ground squirrel]
An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden years Mt. Kilimanjaro side
You gotta keep the giraffe standing up,
when the ecstasy mountain air gets thin at night
When you’re starting the climb,
don’t early reach
for the apex of a lovemaking climax
You gotta stay rock hard,
climbing the pleasure wall for the long haul —
Or don’t even shorty night come at all
Keep the flagpole reared tall;
because the minute your
testosterone stone levels fall,
you might as well go geld yourself
Premature burial ...
put the family jewels in a coffin box
Don’t bother to take off your pants,
might as well keep on your socks
Prepare to have plenty eunuch days
of abstinent nights
Too many failed erections
gonna get you shovels loads
of opposite sex dissatisfaction
Expect a bedroom eviction notice,
telling you to
get your droopy drawers packing
Frequent impotent performances,
gonna get her eyebrow curtains raised
So many flaccid phallic early encore excuses made
gonna get you tossed out of the bed,
and kicked downstairs onto the couch
Premature ejection is coming,
your woman’s been too long frustrated ...
doubts gon start creeping in:
Where you been,
who you seeing ...
Why you keep coming home
with your love sacs empty?
Those suspicions gon start stiffening:
She’s gonna wanna know
whose arms been keeping your bottom mind bent
You’re gonna wanna know
where in the world did your lost manhood get sent
If you don’t wanna lose access
to her intimate-starved heart,
you better start trying harder on keeping it hard
Learn to get a second wind of stamina,
too much soft effort gon get your love privilege barred
Premature pleasure aborted love
will have your armadillo snout soul dragging
Premature love not long enough
will have your elephant nose spirit sagging
Don’t depend on bottled passion,
pharmaceutical extended sex
Too many early evening elongated failures
gonna get you a premature ex
A BUSH FIRE
One scorching afternoon,
A sudden splintering sound was heard,
The nearest was the buffalo herd,
They smelt the smoke and felt the heat,
And began to charge, they had to beat,
The, scorching red hot fire.
The monkeys who swing and never tire,
Screeched loudly in tongues,
Whilst smoke, stole oxygen out of their lungs.
A mighty midget the porcupine,
Warned chancers that his quills so fine,
Would incur great pain
Not only a red blood stain,
For he dreaded to be turned belly up,
And had no intention, of being anyone’s sup!
The birds began to fly very high,
Away from the smoke, in the sky.
The unfortunate tortoise lost his way,
And sadly, with his life, had to pay.
The giraffe with tall spindly legs
Ran wildly destroying nests and eggs,
His wildness came from his wrath,
And, the chaos along his path.
The animals ran faster away from the fire,
Whilst the flames leapt higher and higher.
A mamba slithered forward next,
Whilst a frightened cub looked on perplexed,
A Zebra, tripped and broke his back,
Causing more confusion in this race track.
The springbok and hyena together ran,
They were now close to the water pan,
The pan was next to a river,
Would they make it,
Each animal began to quiver,
Could the springbok be tomorrow’s lunch,
A tree falls with a thud and crunch,
Distracting the hyena from his would be munch!
The fox cunningly glances from side to side,
Nimbly a burning log jumps wide.
The lions mouth their cubs gently but tight,
As they run from this horrendous plight.
But water is in sight!
Everyone is close to the finish line,
This race has become competitively fine,
The crocodiles are savagely waiting to dine!
They have spotted their first meal,
The frightened perplexed cub hurriedly steal.
Only a quarter,
Can get into the water.
A stampede starts, animals clamber over each other,
The young ones protected by their mother.
Unfortunately only the strongest will survive,
To tell future generations of their strive,
Of what it’s like, living a bush veld life.
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!