Pangolin Poems - Poems about Pangolin

For Ilene Bauer You’ll never hear a pangolin play the violin or mandolin for no pangolin is musical. though the pangolin relies on arpeggios of scales unheard but hard as nails to ward off hungry enemies – a major key in its survival. (P.S. One of its distinctions is its meat tastes like chicken. It's other, its scales used as medicine. And if continued to...

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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...

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at a patio table sat a pangolin and penguin pondering and there they pursued under a parasol perusing diving with questions delving for answers they had a universe in front of them unpicked undone suited and solved by the pangolin and penguin ...

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Famine ... charities ... complementary. Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very highest on the list, Human traffickers, with their ad lib, and full-on characters. Pangolin's are anteaters resembling armadillos but different. Trembling leads to curling up into a ball when they sense danger. They burrow in a den like hole as a prelude to finding food. Poor eye sight, lest prey's washes up mood, Pangolins...

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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...

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Sir! You Have Besmirched the Good Name Of My Pangolin Nothing can be the same now - before the recent pandemic my companion Pangolin Boris and I, were carefree, and happily plying our trade as chimney sweeps in Siberia, but since the ‘great lie’ we dare not show our faces in any town or city, for they have labeled Boris; a good, kind, not too gentle creature as...

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The Aardvark and the Pangolin, Romantically, had been entwined. But infidelity, was in the air, Aardvark, had a new suiter in mind. Pangolin, did challenge his rival, The Anteater with beautiful snout. Don’t fear for me, on your betrayal, Sweet Armadillo, is taking me out....

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