[Just once in a while, I try to write a child friendly
Poem which doesn’t end up as a horrific gore-fest...
This is one such attempt...]
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There’s a tiger in my trifle, there’s a seahorse in the queue
Not sure about a café with a coypu in the stew
The polar bear just over there is chasing a gnu
Six penguins just got flattened by a manic kangaroo
The keeper’s got a net, he says I’ll catch the pelican
Can he catch the pelican? No-one knows how well he can
A chimpanzee is wearing clothes and strutting like a man
He’s blowing noisy kisses to the old orang-utan
The seals are in the pond causing lots of fuss and dramas
A strange turn of events because they’re eating the piranhas
The gorilla who would often spend all day eating bananas
Is making Tarzan noises as he tries to ride the llamas
The rhino’s gone out through the gate, he just got on a bus
He couldn’t pay the fare... the driver didn’t make a fuss
Police are running here and there, they don't know what to do
That's what happens when they have an earthquake at the zoo
Categories:
orang utan, animal, humorous, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
CLERIHEW REVIEW
Sir Isaac Newton
Though genetically close to an Orang Utan
With his larger cranial cavity
He discovered the law of gravity
Atilla the Hun
Was a man who liked innocent fun
After a day of rape and pillage
He played cricket for his village
King William the Conqueror
Breeding not from the very top drawer
Put that with the deeds of a dastard
He was known as Bill the Bastard
Julius Caesar
Was a really imperious geezer
Though he headed for a fall
You must admit he had the Gaul
King of France: Louis Quatorze
Loved to dress in silky drawers
When asked “Do you feel that’s alright?”
He said: ”Yes, when they’re pulled up tight”
Categories:
orang utan, humor,
Form: Clerihew
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXIX (continued)
LXIX
IF ever I had a country in the shape of a sprawling banyan or rain Tree
And if ever I were the almost human Lord Chimp of the Kingdom of Chimpanzee
I'd secure all the branches plungeing roots leaf-clusters egg-nests and hives with or without a bee
All only for those with undiluted blue-black blood directly descended from our Uhr-Father Adam's Dark Continent royal pedigree
And ensure that any vagrant migrant gorilla orang-utan macacque long-tailed monkey or other heathen rot come to take the heat off his neck or her butt under the shelter of my bushy tree for free
Be subject to Hail Horror torrents of turds accompanied with hot hissing curses to make them stink for at least a century
That is, if ever I were the almost human Lord Chimp of the Kingdom of the Chimpanzee
And even if I never ever had no country shaped like a Wounded Knee
© T. Wignesan - Paris, October 23, 2018
Categories:
orang utan, allegory, humor, immigration, irony,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
My treasure chest is slowly filling up
Silly letters I wrote to my friends
Not passed on to them,
Thinking, they know what they mean to me
Maybe I should have, maybe I still will.
First love letter from a lad in school
Saying my eyes attracted him
My smile and my sense of humour
For the life of me his name escapes me.
Love is so fickle when your young.
Sweet wrapper, cinema tickets,
Tickets to the zoo, I loved that orang utan
Boris was his name. He has since died.
Photos by the dozen, family, friends,
Places I have visited, a small poem describing each place.
My first and last love's photos, letters, memories.
Words written down just in case my memory fails.
Memories of my university days, written down to remember
Graduation as a staff nurse, photos with an enormous smile on my face
Proudly wearing my uniform.
Nowadays, its poetry I put in my treasure chest
my words are where my life is portrayed
One day I will be dewy-eyed in love again
One day I will be a mother, then my treasure chest will be closed
Will have living memories to look at, my life will be fulfilled
Treasure chest - somewhere we store important phases of our lives
Categories:
orang utan, friendship, life, memory,
Form: Verse
Walk with me
blood moon,
I am very lonely today
like an orang-utan
at the very edge of lips
wants to know, where the forest will end.
In the last strip of land
they were surrounded.
Anytime they will commit mass suicide
to save the honour
of thighs and guns :
they will bite the glass capsules of cyanide.
Must I feel sadness ?
God, they are going to sleep in dust
without saying thank you.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
orang utan, art,
Form: ABC
You’re fake to the bone,
Hair, face, friendship;
Fake, fake, fake.
Walking around the school halls like top dog,
While we laugh as an extension falls out.
Pushing out that flat chest trying to emphasis.
Walking around swinging those hips so much,
Girl, you should come with a hazard sign!
We wince as you use that deliberate shriek of a laugh.
You drape those orang-utan arms around his neck,
Craving his attention.
My man shakes you off and pulls me closer.
“Owww, what a whelk she is!” my man says to me,
I laugh and reply
“More like a whelk with extensions and a uniform!”
Categories:
orang utan, funny, school, teen
Form: I do not know?
The Elephant’s not elegant
The Hippo isn’t hip
The Antelope is not an Ant
The Camel’s not a ship
The Turkey isn’t Turkish
The fly is just a fly
Orang Utan is almost man
But tell me, who am I ?
Categories:
orang utan, animals, confusion
Form: Light Verse
Walk with me
blood moon,
I am very lonely today
like an orang-utan
at the very edge of lips
wants to know, where the forest will end.
In the last strip of land
they were surrounded.
Anytime they will commit mass suicide
to save the honour
of thighs and guns :
they will bite the glass capsules of cyanide.
Must I feel sadness ?
God, they are going to sleep in dust
without saying thank you.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
orang utan, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?