The Man Was An Animal Poem by Francie Lynch

Da could drink like a fish,
Eat like a goat,
Work like a horse,
Strut like a rooster,
Bray like an ass,
Be bull-headed about everything;
Could ram his opinions until you gagged.
He laughed like a hyena,
Prowled all night;
Be a sloth on Sundays,
Sly as a fox,
As forward as a raccoon,
Prolific as a rat,
Mischievous as a monkey,
But powerful as a gorilla,
And slippery as an eel.
He was an animal
That never wagged a tail.
But the memory that sticks most
Is when I'd need some of Mammy's TLC,
Then he'd make suckling sounds,
Like a piglet. How endearing!
Did he fear our nipping at his dominant heels.
I don't visit petting farms or zoos.