Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Harold, Horris and the Head of Boris

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Aardvark based Nonsense Poetry in the World 



A
Poetry is easy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . or so some say
So through the ALPHABET . . . . . .I will play
Starting right here . . . here with the letter A
AND a rather silly nonsense poem, to end the day.

So to the distant sound of a mad dogs bark.
I’ll start AT the start with thee AARDVARK.
AH

DAMN.


B
The BEE and the BEAR met a BEAVER
Who looked rather aggressive with a large meat cleaver?
He shouted be gone, BACK off, and leave me BE
I’m BUSY chopping down, this BIG tree.

So the BEE he BUZZED and the BEAR he growled
And a BANSHEE somewhere BEHIND them howled
And that then made the mad dog BARK
Then what turned up BUT another Aardvark
AH

DAMN (again)


C
Here we are by the C
All blue and wavy and a little wet maybe
With CATERPILLARS CUTE and CUDL-EEE. . . (No its not CHEATING)
And we all run about on the COUNT of three.
As CRABS and CATFISH play in the bay
Or so the gnarled old Seadogs do say
But Seadogs are mad and tend to bark
Arousing the monstrous Sea Aardvark

O NO

AAAAauuuuuuuuuuugggghhhHHHHH

D
DID the DODO DIE out or was it a DECEPTION
To avoid meeting Great DANES at a posh reception
Because all they do is shout and bark
So is the DODO now DISGUISED as a smallish Aardvark

And does your DOG get up with the lark
And chase sticks about in the park
And is it mad and tend to Bark
Annoying the park keepers trusty old and loyal Aardvark

E
When an ELEPHANT meets an ELECTRIC EEL
There is bound to be a noisy squeal
As one beast gets squashed by the others heel
And  . . . . . . . (slight pause and wait)
Creates a huge ten thousand volt Arc
Which is the sort of voltage that will make a dog bark
Or light up they EYES of an adult Aardvark.

Out in the deserts of his favourite park.


F
They say it’s the FAULT of the barking dog
That made the FROGS FLEE into the FOG
And made the FISHERMEN turn to grog
While FLYING FISH FLUTTER over a FLOATING log
And Yet
The constant sound of mad dogs Barks

Results in the thundering hoofs of stampeding Aardvarks 


G
Always look closely at an F or G
Just in case it should be the image of thee
With a sacrifice of GOAT and toasted GHEE
While witch doctors dance round . . . . . .  the sacred tree.
Shaking GOURDS  . . . . . . . and GRANNIES old Knee

And it’s good to know if GHOULS creep about in the dark(zzzzzzzz)
Your faithful dog always loudly barks
Alerting a flock of man eating Aardvarks
Who will eat the GHOULS just for larks

H
Henry is having a long chat with Horris
Because Harold has chopped off the head of Boris
And all because he was naughty with Doris
Although Doris’s dog has a terrible bark
Which Harold would wind up just for a lark
Then strangely one night while out in the dark
An ironic twist occurred near the pond in the park

When Harold had his head chewed off by a large aardvark 

. . . . . . . . . . called Henry 

12 comments:

  1. Now we know the identity of the aardvark. The plot thickens...

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    1. Bearing in mind the views of Mr Henry Hut today all I can say is do we really know, or not, maybe the Aardvark is Bill gates.

      I want an aardPhone . . .

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  2. Curioser and curioser. But I guess that goes to show you not to get naughty with Doris.

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    1. We have a Doris that lives at our house, but she is a Steam Powered Mallard Duck. No one is going to be naughty with her even a mail (sorry male duck)....

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  3. Well I'd say that's a fitting punishment. For a minute there I thought there wasn't going to be an Aardvark in this one...I must say I'm relieved.

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    1. Hello Miss Laura glad to see you are still going strong. I dont think the Egyptians ever mentioned Aardvarks, that is a shame,

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  4. Henry did exactly what needed to be done. Payback…it's not always divine.

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    1. Indeed it is very important to maintain a strong moral undertone to any nonsense poetry

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    1. Well its Poor Boris I feel sorry for. . . He was always keen on Doris and now he is just a memory in the mind of some friendly termites.

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