The Weasel And The Woodpecker - Poem by Stephen Katona
Some say I'm a cunning weasel,
And planned to save some diesel,
By getting home a little quicker,
On the back of a woodpecker.
You looked like a queen,
In your radiant coat of green,
And I'd always wanted to fly,
To see the world up so high.
So I leapt on board,
And off we soared.
I was your furry anorak,
So pleased to warm your back.
I'm sorry if I gave you a fright,
On our maiden flight,
I'd never make you my meal,
So there was no need to squeal.
It's a shame that funny clicking sound,
Made me fall to the ground,
When Martin Le-May,
Photographed our cabaret.
Now please give us another chance,
Of a weasel and woodpecker romance.
Don't worry if people stare,
There's so much for us to share.
I'm very light,
And a really nice guy,
Now why would I lie?
Poet's Notes about The Poem
A sign in Hornchurch Country Park now reads: 'Home of the woodpecker-riding weasel'.
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