Frank Ian Bowen
What Am I? (2) - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen
I am a quadraped you see
with cloven hoof you’ll quite like me.
I have my hair and teeth to match
My Nan says I’m a right good catch.
I sometime have a pair of horns
Its dangerous to show me scorn.
My tail is short, I’m very fit
Round mountain trails you’ll see me skit.
I’ll eat most anything there is.
I’ll eat it whether ‘tis mine or his.
I can be smelly if kept indoors,
My owner sometimes me implores,
‘Why must you spend such time alone?
It wasn’t you that science cloned.’
Yes, yes you think, I know this beast
He always sticks to rules the least
He’s legendary for having fun
And I can certainly act as one
Have you guessed yet? Mind my throat!
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