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My Giraffe Is Weak At The Knees

Rating: 4.5
Have you ever seen a giraffe drink?
If not, pause, stop to think,
It spreads its feet,
With eyes discrete,
As its head does slowly sink.

I can’t help but now smile
When I think of the time, a while
When once I had seen
By the grass green,
It had a cool, clumsy style.

This creature was tall, and yellow(ish)
Its mouth resembled that of a… Fish.
Oh dear, oh my,
My rhyme did die,
I’ll find my rhythm again if I wish.

So anyway, where did I stop?
Ah yes, I know now what I did drop.
This giraffe which I saw,
Had lowered its jaw,
And drank from the stream with a plop.

As you have seen by the title up there,
This poor giraffe’s knees, its weight could not bear
Its legs did then shake,
And tremble and quake,
And began the comic affair.

It collapsed with a nasty crunch
And fell in a nasty bunch,
Its legs folded out,
Its mouth in a pout
And its mind with a nasty hunch.

Off far away was the laughter of hounds,
Hyenas were howling, o’ such loud sounds,
The giraffe just lay still,
By the calm rill
And went all bashful on the grounds.

End.
Monday, September 18, 2006
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COMMENTS
Austen Bradford 18 September 2006
Your poor giraffe! I feel for it
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