Poetry for a Beast that Flies

The perforated Pelican

Likes to eat cottage cheese and cake

And in Evolutionary terms

Is a bit of a mistake

Flying round in circles

From reasons that are just not known

And when I show folk pictures

They look at me, in a certain tone

Implying I am totally mad

From the outside of my skin

Right to the bone

But I tell them the beast is invisible

And that’s why they do not see

And I have a tame one in my garden

That likes to come and visit

For a nice cup of

Afternoon tea

Where we chat and pass the time of day

And laugh and point and joke

And the perforated Pelican

Tells me

I am a nice chap

And an unusual sort of bloke

MAD NO

Surely you don’t mean me

But if you do then you will see

When I set the perforated Pelican

Upon you

Or alternatively my huge

Mutant Android Bumble Bee

And yes it is invisible also

So

YA SUCKS BOO