Tuesday, July 8, 2025

I Ordered Something Weird! (No not that. Nor THAT, but closer!) - A Poem

Well I finally did it

I ordered the ostrich

                                                                    An Ostrich 

Not to eat, you phycos

No.. to HUNT

Oh not for ME to hunt (I am not a phscho)

For it IT to hunt ME

Sure the “braver” chaps all ordered lions, wolves or antelopes

And where are they now?

Hiding in a tree - that’s where.

Except for Graham

Who was eaten to death by an antelope

It was hard to watch

If I’m honest

On account of I had to also watch out for the ostrich which was hunting me

And I was also trying to get my dang camera to work

Overall, however

It was a most enjoyable visit to the zoo

Although the popcorn was a tad stale

And uncooked

And I didn’t care for how they marked the bags “for feeding gooses only”

I also didn’t care for them not charging for it, and making you collect it by the goose enclosure

Made me feel like a goose food stealing physcho!

And I’d already established earlier that I am not one of them.

The End

PS. I last saw the ostrich in it’s enclosure - so WATCH OUT. Especially if you are a female and in clothes

PPS. Wait, I just realized that it’s ‘enclosure’ not ‘In Clothes Her’.

PPPS. That makes way more sense.

PPPPS. I really should learn to spell. Then I could have myself hunted by a BOOK. Now THAT’S an In Clothes Her!

PPPPPs. This blog was brought to you by the word

‘phsyco’ - impossible to spell and it LIKES it that way! (What a Phskyo).