Continuing the rather more fanciful little spate of zoo poems aimed more directly at children.
This thing is like two balls of string
With half a horse between.
Its head is like a cream éclair;
Its feet like butter beans.
A tail of green, a mane of blue,
With spots along its back –
A cheerful disposition
Although its mood is black.
It could be `He’, it could be `She’,
It could be `Them’ or `They’
(I think it knows the answer
But is not inclined to say).
Its eyes are green, like tangerines,
It hasn’t any hair.
It’s really very common
Although extremely rare.
In fact, I’ve never seen one,
I promise you, it’s true,
And if you stay awake all night
You’ll never see one too!
Q. What is it?
A. I haven’t the faintest idea.
I’ve always written ‘children’s poems’ (even when I’m trying to do otherwise, my output seldom rises above the infantile). The absence of any call for logic is incredibly refreshing and saves hours of time in Wikipedia research. Spike Milligan had the greatest gift of writing for the child in all adults. It is something to which we should all aspire…