Stolen: Orville, My Disgusting Donkey
Quandary, a quandary,
I don't know what to do.
Beyond the silver boundary
Inside the summer zoo
I asked the silver penguin
I quizzed the piglets bland
I even asked the crocodile, but he bit off my hand.
Emma, a dilemma
She ate my pot of glue
It cured her nascent stammer
Behind the autumn zoo
She praised the helpful penguin
Gave kudos to the bears
And helped the water bison to sell his stocks and shares.
Puzzle, o great puzzle
That all men should eschew
And start at once to nuzzle
These persons of the zoo
The bandicoots go cazy
The penguins ooze with joy
Just like a greasy boy.
Never, I say, never
Give less than quite a few
Small tributes to the river
That flushes through this zoo
It washes every penguin
With custard cold and quite
Assuages every pelican with angels of delight
Sausage, holy sausage,
The sacred three-in-two
Are never quite on-message
While passing by the zoo
Quoth the solitary penguin
His crest with flames a-glow
And whatever he meant by it I'm sure I do not know
Paradox, a paradox
Of nothing, much ado
To irrigate each arid ox
When Spring is in the zoo
Though penguins rot to powder
As the paparazzo preens
I fear that there is no-one here to fathom what it means
| Contributors: | Roland, KT, TG, The Agent Apsley, P, Grayman, Anon., fester. |
| Poem finished: | 15th March 2000. |