The Eleph and the Antosaur
Annie the Antosaur walked through the dale,
by the oak wood where the butterflies sail.
In lush green grass, with the sun so bright,
she skipped on her way, a beautiful sight.
She was charming and kind, bright and witty;
the birds all sang for she was so pretty.
But Annie had sadness in her brown eyes:
at night you could hear her sorrowful cries.
She had no mate, no husband to find,
the only Antosaur: last of her kind.
As poor Annie spent her life all alone,
the birds serenaded in a wistful tone.
Ellis the Eleph came sauntering by;
he looked high above and dreamed he could fly.
Such a wonderful breed, so tall and proud:
magnificent creature with head unbowed.
The ground shuddered at his mighty tread.
“But he is a gentle soul,” the birds all said.
The Eleph too, had a very sad heart;
he had no kin and spent life apart.
A wife and family were all he desired,
but no other Elephs: they’d all expired.
Sad, lonely Ellis was a sorrowful sight
and the birds would weep at his mournful plight.
Some ferocious beasts prowled this fair land,
a breed of dragons: a horrible band.
They’d killed Annie’s herd with teeth and claws;
they were monsters so foul called Eat-u-saurs.
All the other animals ran to ground
and birds never sang when they were around.
Annie gathered flowers of golden hue,
strolled through meadows, under sky so blue,
but lurking behind were savage dinosaurs,
a creeping, snarling horde of Eat-u-saurs.
They’d come to kill the Antosaur today.
“Run Annie run!” cried the birds in dismay.
Annie never noticed - just didn’t see;
she was soon encircled: no time to flee.
Six Eat-u-saurs had cornered poor Annie;
savage and ugly, with speed uncanny.
She couldn’t fight them all, she had no chance
and the birds were silent, as if in a trance.
This proud Antosaur was no coward though;
she would fight to the end against this foe.
The Eat-u-saurs charged with fangs unfurled,
the most savage beasts in the entire world.
As she bravely faced these monsters from hell,
the birds wept and whispered farewell.
She stood alone against terrible claws:
fought for her life against deathly jaws.
The Eat-u-saurs closed, snarling and snapping;
Annie fought hard but her strength was sapping.
The slavering dragons moved in for the kill
and the birds all shook in a dreadful chill.
Just then a mighty trumpet rang out loud:
the challenge of the Eleph! Warrior proud!
Ellis yelled out as he raced to the fight,
“I’ll save you Annie from your awful plight!”
He stomped and butted the monsters aside.
“Ellis to the rescue!” the birds then cried.
The Eat-u-saurs turned and ran from the fray
as brave, noble Ellis chased them away.
Like all bullies, you could hear their squeals
and there was Annie, nipping at their heels.
It was a great scene as evil was routed.
“The dragons have gone!” The birds all shouted.
“Thank you, great Eleph,” Annie seemed shy.
“My pleasure,” said Ellis; his throat was dry.
Annie glanced coyly and felt her heart leap;
Ellis was awkward but knew love so deep.
It was enchanting, it was heaven’s delight
and birds were chirping at this wondrous sight.
“Fair Annie,” said Ellis, “Will you walk with me?”
“I would be delighted,” she cried with glee.
Two lonely souls had entwined this day
and summer’s breeze brought a heady bouquet.
As they strolled in the meadow, a sight so sweet,
“Wit-woo, wit-woo,” you could hear the birds tweet.
They wandered together through fields of green;
a finer pairing had never been seen.
He carved their names on willow and oaks;
Annie would giggle at his silly jokes.
A bond of love had formed this day
and the birds all sang in a joyful way.
Annie and Ellis were married in spring;
to a chorus of angels, the bells did ring.
Their friends attended with flowers in bloom
on a beautiful day in early June.
They embraced so tender for their wedding dance;
the birds were enthralled at this fine romance.
The following year - a new baby boy:
fruit of their union, full of hope and joy.
Their child was the first of a special kind:
a wonderful creature of genes combined.
Big, bouncy Anton had his father’s girth;
the birds then trilled at this amazing birth.
Happiness continued with their next child:
little Ellie so bonnie, so free, so wild.
She skipped and hopped and ran with the breeze
and danced a ballet with fabulous ease.
Such beautiful eyes and her mother’s grace;
the cheeky birds whistled at her pretty face.
Annie and Ellis had a wonderful life;
such times together as husband and wife.
Lots more children as their herd increased,
to five, then ten, then twenty at least.
Grandchildren aplenty in their later days
and the birds all sang of love’s wondrous ways.
You ask of those horrible Eatusaurs?
Well their reign of terror came to a pause.
They never recovered from their bad defeat,
when noble Ellis sent them into retreat.
They became extinct: a painful demise.
The birds told me this and they don’t tell lies.
The kin of the Eleph and Antosaur
thrived and prospered in numbers galore.
The heart of their forebears still remains
as they roam throughout the African plains.
They’re called Elephants! All the birds know this.
Can you and I save them from the dark abyss?
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The Techno-Fable
Once
upon a time
on a foggy planet
in a parallel universe,
a renowned, eminent scientist
genetically modified all animals
to allow them the power of speech.
International media gathered in wonder
to capture the first words of each creature.
The bird said, “Please don’t cage me anymore.”
The dog said, “Please don’t breed me anymore.”
The mouse said, “Please don’t trap me anymore.”
The rabbit said, “Please don’t inject me anymore.”
The dolphin said, “Please don’t study me anymore.”
The whale said, “Please don’t harpoon me anymore.”
The monkey said, “Please don’t mock me anymore.”
The lion said, “Please don’t imprison me anymore.”
The hen said, “Please don’t degrade me anymore.”
The pig said, “Please don’t revile me anymore.”
The fish said, “Please don’t hook me anymore.”
All of the people resolved to heed these
words and a wonderful dawn then
appeared, with golden sunlight
shining across the landscape,
and the handsome prince
married the beautiful
princess and they
lived happily
ever after.
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Circumnavigation
Sail with me in a frying pan
on the north Atlantic swell,
we'll dock just west of
in the place where icebergs dwell.
Off we'll glide on roller blades
by the light of midnight suns,
if we see some polar bears
we'll feed them chocolate buns.
We'll hop across to
to the
then like a pterodactyl
we'll leave the ground and fly.
Along the coast of
on leathered wings we’ll glide
and wearing our sombreros,
down the
Hitch a lift on great white sharks,
we'll traverse Pacific seas,
jump off in the Orient,
say, ‘Hello,’ in Japanese.
We'll skim the Yangtze Chiang
in a pair of hob-nail boots
and float the
playing 'Chopsticks' on our flutes.
Let's meander through
and the land of the long white cloud,
then swim the waves to
shouting, ‘Fiddlesticks!’ clear and loud.
I’ll race you through
in a golden, six-wheeled cart;
got the speed and the power
of a tiger's beating heart.
Heed the call of
as we cruise along the
though take great care in
or it's lunch for crocodiles.
We'll pick up speed as we head north
from the
but stop awhile to rock and roll
to the beat of
Watch those cheeky
as we cross Gibraltan straits,
then up through
we'll zoom on motorised skates.
Next stop
we'll arrive by green balloon
and leap across the fjords
to catch the slippery moon.
Let’s land in the east of
in time for the Hogmanay;
circumnavigation over
as we dance down Pennine's Way.
I'll call for you tomorrow,
make an early start, of course;
come fly with me to Jupiter
in a bottle of savoury sauce.
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