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The first of the funny zoo poems came about because I was musing about the veterinarian at the zoo -- and what would happen if the animals all took ill on the same day! The title is The Elephant Has a Bad Earache, and it is on page 58 of my book, A Little Bit of Nonsense .
THE ELEPHANT HAS A BAD EARACHE
The elephant has a bad earache.
The centipede stubbed all his toes.
The giraffe has developed a nasty sore throat
and the rhino can't breathe through his nose.
The mockingbird has an unclear ache.
The lion's so hoarse he can't roar.
The hog cannot eat, as his tummy's upset,
and the parrot can't talk anymore.
The doe has a pain in the deer ache.
Just what should the beast doctor do?
The duck is so sick she can't possibly float.
It's a really bad day at the zoo.
The next hippo poem was a tough one to write. I wrote several drafts and decided that I didn't like any of them. Then I sat down and wrote this all at once -- even though the rhyme scheme is complicated. Go figure. It's my theory that all the work you put into a failed poem helps make the next attempt easier. This poem is on page 46 of my book, A Little Bit of Nonsense .
that the hippo on land
is an animal lacking in grace.
His body is stout
and he lumbers about
and he looks like he's quite out of place.
But the hippo will gloat
when he jumps in to float
and you see just his eyes and his nose.
He bobs with such ease
like a cloud on the breeze.
It's where he belongs, I suppose.
Penguins might be wild animals, but they do look kind of formal, like they're wearing tuxedos. This funny penguin poem was written with this in mind.
The penguin, undeniably, has loads of savoir-faire.
He wears tuxedos daily, as he's suave and debonair.
He will not leave the water till each feather is in place.
He picks his dates up after six, with flourish and with grace.
A master on the dance floor, he knows how to dip and waltz.
And though he might sound perfect, I assure you, he has faults.
His continental attitude may make your faint heart throb.
But that is just for public view.
At home he is a slob.
Poem and Art by Denise Rodgers
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Here are some more funny animal poems: