Beyond the Tail

The wordy world of wicked, wise and wonderful creatures

Month: March, 2014

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Mr Giraffe

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Well Hello there, Mr Giraffe!

Look at you with your head in the trees,

What wonderful colourful patches

And funny knobbly knees

 

It’s a wonder you don’t fall over,

Reaching up there for your meals

But maintain elegance and composure,

Like a lady in stiletto heels

 

I much prefer you to a zebra,

Black and white is so last year

And stripes are simply nothing,

Against your smart patchwork fur

 

And you have such a gentle face,

Compared to the mean buffalo

You don’t feel rushed like a cheetah,

But take things nice and slow

 

I’m not worried that you’ll eat me,

Won’t rip me with tooth and claw

Your gentle voice won’t scare me,

Not like a horrible roar

 

No, I feel you would be courteous

If you spoke, you would say, ‘Good Day’

A gentleman of the Savannah

Going on his merry way

 

My long eye-lashed, long legged friend

You’re my favourite I suppose

For your special giraffe gentility

From your head to your little hoof toes

The Pink Heart Flamingo

There’s a place of romance
Where the birds always sing low
And that’s where you’ll find
The pink heart flamingo

Neck around neck
Cheek to feathered cheek
These birds are always dancing
Their dances, beak to beak

Declarations of love
‘Mademoiselle, Je t’adore’
As this light footed dancer
Spins his lady round the floor

Here under the moonlight
Romance will never end
As the pink heart flamingo
Twirls his lady friend

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Mein Cat by Judah Grear

MEIN CAT

I had never met a cat quite as troubled as he,

Slanted Adolf whiskers betrayed a fascist tendency

In his philosophy, he never pretended to be,

Anything other than a catastrophe

 

From the moment that kitten arrived outside the door,

We knew life would never be as it had been before

Each resounding purr followed by the swipe of a claw,

Furry Der Fuhrer had arrived as the law

 

The occupation was swift, and resistance futile,

We had to admire his efficiency and style

We were blind to the plan, and all the meanwhile,

He was taking over his new domicile

 

The dogs’ bed was soon his centre of power,

He held his position with a hiss and a glower

Observing us mere mortals from his ivory tower,

Little Kitty’s milk was now beyond sour

 

Never such a cattitude of “I’ll do what I please”,

Then when he ambushed a pair of passing knees

He even recruited an army of fleas,

This was an autocat, you could not appease

 

His demands grew daily, More Milk! More Fish!

And as he grew fatter, he grew more feindish

We, mere providers of each need and wish,

Filling the despot, so he could flourish

 

I never believed one day he’d disappear,

Was the fish not fresh? Were his purrs not sincere?

The regime is now over. We live without fear

But Das feline’s ambitions have notched up a gear

 

An everlasting expansive occupation,

Working his way from location to location

He can resist everything except for temptation,

As he secures his plans for world domination

m.c