A porcupine named Prickly Pete
Did doze in his condo in Crete.
When slumber turned sour,
Unleashing his power,
He skewered both a ghost and his sheet.
lassoing a porcupine isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be
the worst part is releasing the rope from something prickly like he
Pixie’s favorite steed is a porcupine.
I thought this was an exaggeration, some kind of line.
Surely that is not true, don’t they have prickly quills?
If you get them young, they will give you thrills.
I took a look at the porcupine and I laughed like a louse.
Pixie's porcupine was actually a regular field mouse.
You mean it is fun to be galloping on a porcupine?
Oh, yes, and you can bring your sandwiches and dine.
You will have a fine time, a really fine time, cousin of mine.
Just jump on the back of this porcupine!
I commented on how soft the porcupine was to the Pixie.
But my muse and I secretly laughed; her name is Trixie.
Rico the Brazilian porcupine is an inspiration to us all.
He now has his own representative, a Rico doll.
The doll is sold in our gift shop, also sent worldwide.
Children are thrilled to see the warm stuffy inside.
Rico the Brazilian porcupine has made our day.
We hope that he lives a long time; this we all do say.
He is a sweetheart and seems happy in our little zoo.
We try to keep him fed, warm and happy. Wouldn’t you?
her dangerous quills
dispels an attack
three inches of sharp
Persnickety porcupine are you a rodent then?
Are those quills at the end of your tiny chin-chin?
To the ocean, have you ever travelled or been?
Swimming with porpoises next to your prickly skin?
Porcupine fell in love with Porpoise today.
Protective quills ready at the stay.
Porpoise dove down with his blunt snout.
Porcupine smiled; in love with the lout.
It can never be actualized Porcupine said.
But I will love you totally until the day I am dead.
Porpoise said, “I feel exactly the same about you. “
They were star crossed lovers, these magnificent two.
Pity the poor porcupine
on what kind of chair can it dine
It cannot sit on its rear end
for its quills will not bend
And if it stands on its head
it will surely be dead
PORCUPINE
‘Spiny rodent Porcupine!
Tell me, Are you fine?’
‘Sure. Tough thorny spikes, all are mine.
I can count from one to nine.
I love blue sky and bright sunshine.
With playful Porpoise, I always dine.
I wish to go for cruise in river Rhine
I walk free in the wood of Pine.
I taste grapes from the yard Vine.
Climbers are planted in a line.
05/17/21
There was a girl that once loved me,
She was all furry like a kitten,
Ever cute, ever radiant she was,
I was the opposite,
I was covered with quills all over,
So rough and rugged like a King’s meadow that had turned to hay,
But drawn to each other were we,
We who knew no love,
I knew no love because I never loved myself,
I was my worst critic,
And she knew no love because no one showed her how to,
But drawn to each other were we,
Like unlike poles of a magnet,
And whenever we tried to touch, we repelled,
I was too much of a pain for her as she was for me,
So one by one, she plucked the quills off my body,
And each time, I felt the pain of having a part of me being removed,
But as soon as all my quills were gone,
Then, and only then did she realize,
That the time I had quills, was when I was the most beautiful,
Now with scars all over my body, she just remembered,
Marshmallows would’ve just been enough,
Enough to cover my flaws, so that we could love again.
What is that animal peeking through the leaves?
Animal laughs as he hears the forest fairy wondering aloud.
Porcupines speak Fair-esh, you know, he thinks.
Ah, a midgespout, she says.
He is indignant now.
He had no ideas that fairies called porcupines midgespouts.
Have you ever dined with a porcupine?
I mean have had a meal, rather fine?
Maybe not a dinner, but glass of wine?
Did he prefer a soup spoon or a fork with tine?
The reason I’m curious, please don’t wine…
I’ve invited him to your house at a quarter to nine.
I just ran into Miss Bear,
At the beauty parlor frosting her hair,
Says she's been there all day,
Trying to hide that pesky gray.
Said she has a date with Mr. Porcupine,
Looking later for a good steak and some nice red wine,
Despite the pain of her claws and his quills,
Their romance has been a great thrill.
Every time they get up and dance,
She plucks the quills from her pants.
That porcupine can really cut the rug,
And bear gives the best hugs.
Love conquers all and they will be fine,
Even for a bear and a porcupine,
Their love is an affair of the heart,
Close enough to kiss but still apart.
a guided quill
filled with emotion… passion
porcupines defence
Porcupine
If you happen across a porcupine,
Staring upon the Milky Way,
It’s because he thinks he’s an Alien,
and longs to return home one day.
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