Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Never a Straight Answer

My favourite Animal was Eric Burdon, the way he stood and just blurted out House of the Rising Sun was phenomenal, most other singers of the time danced and pranced around the stage but not Eric.
My least favourite animals are the giant phart (Latin name (Donaldis Trumpis ) and the poocan. ( Latin name Bludinear Pootineous) People say humans are the only animals that kill for pleasure, but the afore mentioned are exceptions.

Please forgive, I have had a busy day today, so it’s a repeat, I feel a little like the BBC but the difference is I don’t charge for a TV licence fee.

Westminster Zoo.


We went to London Westminster zoo, to see all the animals, their keepers too.
Lots of reptiles eyes black and gold, snakes in the grass so scaly and cold.
A chimp gave me a banana he’d taken from his mother gave it with one hand then took it back with the other.
Man eating felines of different types, including one that kept changing its stripes.
What do feed them on? I asked the keeper in a hat, Oh just old pensioners, disabled people, things like that. “They don’t eat rich people” he said with a grin, “That’s why they’re all so painfully thin”.
An animal called a sycophant I’d never seen before, kept a in glass cage with a glass door. I asked the keeper “Why’s it in there ?” It’s a creeper he said it could creep anywhere”.
A wolf walked up and down in its cage, doesn’t it lay down, it looks such an age? This animal I was told it “It comes from the south, it only lies when it opens its mouth”
Boris the rabbit kept away from the others, the reason I’m told “It would make too many mothers”
I asked “ Who’s the boss of this menagerie?” “Oh that will be the wooly mammon, but it has only one strategy. It wants to get bigger and take up more land, at the cost of us all do you understand?
So all these animals kept in a zoo, I’m glad we don’t live there, or maybe we do!

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