April 3, 2018

• So, I got a little carried away...

  The prompt for today's National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt entry was simple: #2. Your Favorite Animal. My favorite animal is a no-brainer, but still I decided to scroll through a list of many, many animals and... let's just say my fertile imagination got carried away and my poem kinda derailed, but I did manage to clumsily get things back on track by the end. I know murisopsis advises reading poetry aloud, but that's maybe not such a good idea with this one, unless you're someplace private. Oh dear.

   

  There are so many animals

  On this world that we live in,

  And many of them seem to have

  Been named by horny men.

   

  Kirk’s dik dik could have been named

  By William Shatner, who

  May also be responsible

  For long-billed cockatoo.

   

  And with his predilection for

  Females of wondrous color,

  He may be quite familiar with

  The lilac-breasted roller.

   

  Some names are quite descriptive;

  Southern screamer sounds unnerving,

  While yellow-rumped siskin

  Is out and out disturbing.

   

  Let’s not forget the titmouse

  And the bush baby, as well,

  And hoary marmot, likely named

  By men who couldn’t spell.

   

  While woodcock and woodpecker

  Were surely named by men,

  I suspect nutcracker’s name

  Has female origins.

   

  White-faced rat I confess

  Brings a certain man to mind,

  And every woman’s known an ass

  Of the two-legged kind.

   

  I’m sure that there are women

  Of every creed and culture

  Who can put a face and name

  To the white-rumped vulture.

   

  All of this has been quite fun,

  But hasn’t brought me near

  To answering the question of

  Which animal’s most dear.

   

  Thanks to Mr. Henson,

  I love to say g-nu,

  But my favorite animal’s

  A little dog named Boo.

  

   

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