The A to Zoo (Poems and Scribbles)

From my Children's Poetry Collection (Poems & Scribbles)

An aardvark `appened by chance to view
Me watching `im when at the zoo.
He nodded gracefully and I did too
And greeted each other, "How do you do?"

Then next, I went to see the bear,
The polar one, with white hair.
Perhaps it was because he's old
Or living so long in the cold.

Then I saw a stripy cat
I thought I rather fancy that
Better than those fancy llama's
A tiger in his striped pyjamas

A dapper dingo dallied near
His howl had caught me in the ear
What noise is that my mind did ask
As dingo in the sun did bask

An elephant walked close to me
When seeking out a cup of tea
For me that is, not elephant
The keeper said "No you can't"

What fortune led me to a frog,
Sitting on a cold damp log?
Brightly coloured, his eyes on us,
A sign close by said, poisonous!

Then a gnu
Said, "Howdy do."
A boy yelled, "Shoo!"
So off he flew.

A 60's hippy on a bus
Spotted a hippopotamus.
Whilst I felt there was no danger,
I wondered which of them was stranger.

An ibis called out, "hadeeda!"
As if to say, "I am a star!"
Though `twas done with vim and verve,
Afraid to say, it touched a nerve.

A jaguar is another cat
To whom I felt, I'd doff my hat
As proud an animal near and far,
To have his name upon a car.

Koalas are such cuddly bears,
With widened eyes through which he stares.
Eucalyptus leaves the cause,
Drunk right though from head to paws.

I mentioned llamas once before,
I do not want to become a bore;
But if you think that they're a hit,
Beware that they are known to spit!

Monkey this and monkey that,
Just now, I swear, he stole my hat!
And now he swings from tree, to tree
Wearing what belongs to me!

A natterjack is a type of toad,
And if it's found upon the road;
It runs or walks, not hops like that,
And if run over it goes quite flat.

Best of all is the dear little otter
Cold in winter, and summer `otter
Loves to hunt for his favourite dish
A plate of oysters and some fish.

A penguin too will like some fish
For meals it is his only wish
And I for one would love to share
If only I had one to spare.

The quenda is a bandicoot
So rare they are, but quick of foot.
They need to hide in cardboard boxes
Or get eaten by feral foxes.

The rabbit is of course a hopin'
That you'll never see him shoppin'
He likes to leave that to his doe
Whilst he is grazing to and fro.

Sheep are handy when sleep won't come
You count them jumping, helped with rum
And if that fails, then in your cot
Try yet again with another tot.

Tiger, tiger burning bright,
What a strange poetic write!
I've never seen one so lit up
Nor any ashes all burnt up.

The unicorn is not quite real
Well not enough it's back to feel
But in my dreams, well fair enough!
I see them till I wake, then `puff'

I'd like to talk of van gelder's bat
I really thought you'd fancy that.
Found I'm told in Costa Rica
That is where you might him peek-a

A wallaby is a kind of jumper
Some will say he sounds like thumper
When he slaps his tail at you
He kinda looks like kangaroo

X ray tetras feed on worms
Gosh they must be full of germs
I don't think I would like to be
An x ray tetra in the sea

One bovine beast is called a yak
The one I knew answered to Jack
He spent his life a carrying loads
Along the dusty Tibetan roads.

And so we end up in the Zoo
Where this poem grew and grew
Animals from far and wide
Waiting now to get inside.

© Philip G Bell

You never cease to amaze me! Brilliant simply brilliant!

Thank you Lanaia, I am very grateful for your kindness.

Philip