Khambali Bucci Poem by Dann Thomas

Life was moving really slow in the crawl
A blob in a multitude of moving spiky hair
This world he had decided was much too small
Life on the other side must be greener, say fair

A creature in motion, style and slight swagger
With more fuzz on, he thought he looked cool
Anytime he could curl up in the face of danger
Every shuffle, he hoped the chicks would drool

Right across that great black dusty divide
He had seen a sign flashing through every night.
A connection there was, he did decide
Needed to traverse and meet this revealing light.

But this blackness was a river of flight
Of things rolling by, some slow, some just a blur
Unceasing, not resting by day or by night
What a life, that needed movement to reassure?

Then one clear morning this shag carpet with legs
Decided to take the plunge across the asphalt river
With white lines dividing it in intermittent breaks
He dived into this irreversible test of his future

Puffing down, driving his many legs forwards
He inches his way with speed and determine
Not willing to be scared off by the wheelie retards.
And just then one blows him across a full line

His mind screams “this isn’t safe”, “not worth a sign”
You will end up pasted thin by this rolling madness.
But thoughts of failure and death he does resign
To that of greatness, trumpets and hair raising success.

Finally across. The flashing sign he looks at with pride
‘I knew it’ he screams as he slowly reads G-U-C-C-I
I knew we were related from across this great divide
You see sir; my name is Khambali B-U-C-C-I.