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Skies were gray again,
another day of rain falling constant without end
but the cottontail buck bunny made his way
through the wet bending grass on display
to find the clover patch for which he prayed.
The little herbivore nibbled and he chewed
all the while in observant surroundings he viewed,
first the green leaf shamrocks eaten voraciously in repeat
then a momentary pause before the greater treat
the flowered blossoms white and sweet.
As the rain slowed with clouds oft and behind
he found himself in delight, happy with his find,
and stood on his hind legs to clean his face of its reward
and with the swift energy he now stored
he kicked the ground and in the air he soared.
With an energetic twist and leap
he rose high flicking head and feet
his jump and twist and run binking
exuded joy and fun without blinking
then quick away from the clover patch he danced.
A tall lanky lug named Gary Giraffe
Acted so awkward he made others laugh.
He never reacted or even to mind,
For Gary seemed to be much too refined.
Gary the gangly, sweet spotted Giraffe
Drank water from a cracked golden carafe.
Some snarling zoo neighbors felt he was odd,
Perhaps an arrogant herbivore clod.
Still, Gary sipped his carafe at the zoo
As an elite giraffe is wont to do.
For giraffe health he did as he ought-er
Never failing to drink his spring water.
Though Gary’s carafe made hyenas laugh
Zoo lions roared loudly for Gary Giraffe.
The Fox Trox and THE DANCING CHILD - -
See the Fox who trox
Sees the dancing child and wants to box
He finds it hard to dance with her wiggles
Overshadowed by the dances they giggles
Who is that watching near the pink
I think he'd like to eat me the fox I think
But he’s but a fun boy
Admired as he just dances for joy
Her empty stomach givers and shakes
It needs for food it runs on cake
She's not alone she brings a suede
The pet fox and lots of palisade
The fox likes to dance also
Especially the fox trots cause he's a herbivore
He loves dancin girl shudders the fox
Fox wants to dance but she wants to fox trot
3/21/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Bard, write through the blizzard!
Icicles, grow from ink!
Gibbous at the gizzard?
Thus, trickery, I think.
Ginkgo, garish gecko.
What herbivore eats this?
Drink thy sweetened tea down slow!
Crow carrion, abyss!
Death. O riddle, wrought in red?
City, rise the dead.
Heaven and Hell, hold thy head!
Careful where ye tread!
Hate, boil up inside my skull!
Overflow and burn!
Clean the end of every trull?
Turmoil taciturn.
Clarion? The count concurs.
Minnow, thy murmurs.
Yellowing scroll, languid lures.
Blue as vision blurs.
Adhesive, thy autopsy.
Blackguard, bounty's broadloom.
Stuck inside, apostrophe?
Apostasy, doom.
Motifs of the hedgerows?
Escarpment, extinction.
Ocean water, harsh thy blows!
Prose, profit the pun.
Toadstool? Viscosity of blood.
Food for thought and gods.
Sonic rain, hurricane, flood.
Vintage, O voivods...
THE DANCING CHILD and The Fox Trox- -
See the dancing child
She's a very antsy little dancing child
She finds it hard to see the giggles
Overshadowed by the dances squiggles
Who is that watching near the pink
I think she'd like to eat me think
She is but a fun girl
Admired as she sits upon a shirl
Her empty stomach givers and shakes
It needs for food it runs on cake
She's not alone she brings a suede
A pet fox and lots of palisade
The fox likes to dance also
Especially the fox trots cause he'a herbivore
The dancin girl shudders at the fox
Fox wants to leave but she wants to fox trot
3/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)
Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
(for Peat Sake) iz like really coal
man, cuz carnivores consume meat,
which genetically modified organisms
engender incredible non edible size foal,
these agribusiness farmed animals shot up
with synthetic hormones
spurring heightened development
accidentally, inadvertently, and unleashing
King Kong monstrous outrageous gnoll,
whereat each footfall taken
by scary creature resembling
a humanoid hyena
results in said frankenfood digging,
one after another humungous hole
resulting in dirt pile
cresting, kickstarting, and
rivaling a mini
spring mount tin knoll
necessitating massive
manhunt to cap cha
lurching, pounding, and thudding
beast whereat entire
motley crue all harkened
from places named Lowell,
nonetheless heil lee calf full
to arm themselves with more'n one
tranquilized tipped pole
anachronistic cautionary expedition generating
masterfully baiting monster
with immense gritty buttered roll,
whose gargantuan ramp
aging spree across
world wide web
found endangered population
tuff lee from their
picturesque enclave i.e. Floss
on the Mill as zee unbridled
quasi jabberwocky took a selfie gloss
silly attired (trumpeting
"FAKE" ska don face mask)
likening pulling up moss
as coiffed "hair...hm..." all the while
gabbling, instagramming,
snapchatting, and toss
sing fearsome Frankenstein
with especial bent toward
those sharing surname Voss
in tandem to flagrant
disregard to paradigm
housing hefty prime
statutes of grammatically
correct syntactical rhetoric, plus rhyme
ming showcasing a novel
discovered talent to enrich pantheon
until the end of time.
since times of auld
where linkedin note able people
(some long haired others bald)
plaintively, suddenly, and called
urgently to be importantly installed
to brainstorm figuring a solution
to vanquish, nightmarish,
and hellish abominable madness!
The Phoenix is unique.
This gentle herbivore has magical powers
Which people seek.
Let's look at it's physique.
It has a scarlet colored swan body, autumn colored
Feathers that softly glow in the dark, and a
Peacock tail that is hot to the touch no matter
What the hour.
The Phoenix is unique.
It's tears when they leak
Can help a person in any dire situation so that
Not even death can lay hold to devour
Which people seek.
It's song pierces ones soul in a mystique
Way so that it encourages good and strikes fear
In evil in less than a half hour.
The Phoenix is unique
For no one can tweak
A feather mixed with unicorn hair or dragon
Heart string core when put in a wand it gives
The owner superior power
Which people seek.
This long living bird in its last minutes has its
Feathers fall out looking like a plucked
Poultry making strange noises before bursting
In to flames at the eleventh hour making life
Seem bleak.
Wait! Look! Out of the ashes has come a new
Bird that in a couple of days will be back to
Normal size with all its magical powers at
Their peak far away from any man made
Towers.
The Phoenix is unique
Which people seek.
I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends
Roaming the Northwestern badlands
Of the United States in small herds.
I'm poetry in motion when I gallop,
Propelled forward by hinterland winds!
The quintessence of beauty, grace, and freedom!
I'm a social, wild horse breed; part of a herd
Consisting of a stallion, colts, a harem of mares
And their foals. I mature sexually at the age of three,
And I mate from April to July.
As a male, I'm known as a "stallion,"
The fierce herd defender. I group into a circle
Around the herd with other males to
Fight off predators; chief among them
Are wolves and coyotes.
As a female, I'm known as a "mare,"
I lead the herd away from danger.
I usually give birth to one foal,
But sometimes I deliver twins.
My gestation is roughly eleven months.
A herbivore, I eat only grass and foliage
I can grow up to 56 inches in height or more.
I communicate by whinnying and whickering
To the herd. I loudly snort to alert
Other mustangs of danger.
Need I remind you of my perseverance?
To withstand very harsh environments,
I can go for more than one week
Without water or food if necessary.
My lifespan in the wild is about twenty years.
Date written: 09/03/2022
I've been a vegetarian since 1999, so I don't know why I write poems like this.
The Lion and the Lamb
Lamb said, "Violence is not the way of God."
Lion said to Lamb, "That's odd"
(and I quote verbatim)
just before he ate 'im.
Lion's Face Splattered Across the Front Page
Lion was out on parole
when he saw a Gazelle and ate him whole.
His attorney apologized for the pain
and would carefully explain
that the jungle king would plead insane,
but the jury found he was not insane, but droll
when he said he should've topped him with a jelly roll.
Carnivore Herbivore Dialog
The carnivore spoke, "I eat animals raw,
according to the jungle law".
The herbivore replied, "I won't even try it,
I observe a strictly vegan diet",
as he proceeded to gently chew
a burger of mushrooms and tofu.
The predator ate him in one gulp and said,
"I prefer my dinner to be grass fed".
I ham guilty for gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!
An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar
ring beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop hatches so... call me galore
re: us hypocritic,
this honest to dog omnivore – more
accurate said buzzfeeding primate -
*****sapiens, he whelk hams
adieu after quick bonjour
hears ear splitting eeyore
deaf finning chore
tills unable to ignore
admits transgression,
now wonder wherefore
whether art thou still
game to reed my adore
hub bull poetry
understandable if ye deplore
such atrocious, egregious, opprobrious...,
violating ethical core
puss regarding straying
against dietary herbivore
rudimentary eel lamb ants
(chocolate covered my dear Watson)
boot fault in the starfish...por
favor mice elf can
oxe plain twittering like plover
with reasonable rhyme for sure
don't get doggy dimples in bunch
cause to skewer me but... but before...
sending killing squad to slaughter -
this puppy, aye kindly honour
my wish and don
me noggin with pompadour
as fetching drag queen
torpedo sized bosom
squirting parti-color
milk as self defense mechanism
averting casus belli thus
amidst melee I abhor
find self on horns of dilemma
life story these of this poor
cooked goose flambé
caught between rock and trapdoor
special cannibal delight
where madding crowd
chants "send him back"
accursed unconscionable roar
ring anger, but lurch for eats,
an impulsive reflex courtesy extempore
rain nee yes unforgivable poor
craven impulse to up peas hunger
uncontrollably craving regarding carnivore
pang additionally not further injure
ring innocent animal plus more
to this fishy tail than
meats the Wawa birdseye.