Poem By James McLain

It wasn't much of one a raggedy looking
rhinocerous a relative of elephant
the other relative a used to be pet of
elephant hippopotamus aka mudpack
I headed straight for the elephant
she looked familiar and it was she with the
peanut birth mark next to her suitcase
bellowing in happy glee
asking when would I return her to her promised land
as she still had to finish her very long sentence
I ask her to hide in the bushes
I pushed the red button I saw on T.V.
she was back with no memory of
being placed in Guantanamo bay
life resumed I told her I would be back to
finish the poem I gave this elephant a peanut and left.

Comments about Zoo

five years later and i still like it. :) got peanuts for me? actually i think this is borderline silly: the poem i mean.
i added this to MyPoemList. someday when i am, like you,98 years old, maybe i'll look at it again. catchy. :) i wonder how long it takes you to write a poem such as this........well, this one for instance!
I have ALWAYS enjoyed the 'zoo' of life.......& yea, its the best poetry! 10/10

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