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.
