Lo and behold! What my wondering eyes do see
but a peacock sitting by my house in a tree.
All elegant, poised and in control...
Why don't we call gas petrol?
Looking here, there and everywhere,
His feathers flutter in the air.
With a cry of help, he struts around,
calmly pacing on the ground.
An exotic name we wanted for him,
not very foriegn was the name Jim.
His name we shall call Salim.
He shall be captain of our team.
With 30 cats to wait upon him,
hopefully he will stay on that limb.
And if ever his guard he let down,
we will have the prettiest feather arrangement in town.
A prince I wait to come a court'
ReplyDeleteI'll accept even the fair frog sport.
But *faint* *sigh* I do gaze
Upon a suitor most galliant of days.
With crown more royal than any man seen
And a neck so long to better preen.
With this visitor should I flirt?
I do suppose it couldn't hurt.