The cat looked out his window today and saw this Pelican on display. The thing was acting as royal as a peacock and it would not even talk. So I was set to give him a shock and fight off his whole flock. For this bird will be in my tummy and I just know he'll be yummy.
Ready to pounce on his face.
But it took off into the air,
And that was just no fair.
But I was not going to pop a vein.
I would have that feather brain.
If not for breakfast than for lunch,
He would feel my teeth crunch.
So on the land I followed his behind,
Seeing more of his kind.
But those would not do,
This is the one I wanted in my stew.
Using the buzzing of the bees,
To try and distract me,
Thinking he was home free.
But when I stole the bees honey,
They did not think it was funny.
For they ran after me too,
And the chase continued to ensue.
I climbed the hill,
And he snapped his bill.
A gnawed on his leg a bit,
Causing him to have a fit.
He once more took flight,
As I held onto his leg tight.
Those bees were catching up too,
But they had a queen to boss their crew.
So they quickly went back,
Forgetting about their attack.
This Tucan Sam wannabe,
Was not going to get rid of me.
I hate that cold stuff day or night.
But I was not going to let go,
Then the stupid thing threw me in the snow.
I rolled around as he flew fast,
Trying to make his lead last.
But that was not about to come to pass,
For I slid down the mountain on my little rhyming ass.
And stopped to use the loo.
I took a quick squirt,
Then buried it in the dirt.
That bird was starting to slow,
While I kept up my speedy flow.
I could taste the meat,
As I leaped up and latched onto his feet.
He hollered once more,
And smacked me against this stone floor.
Or would that be pillar?
I just need some filler.
So now I was stuck in some alien worshipping land,
Wasn't this just grand?
I did not want the probe,
And I'd chase this thing across the globe.
So I played hop scotch along the top,
And the poor birdie started to drop.
I hopped on his back,
And went about my attack.
He spun round and round,
Trying to knock me to the ground.
But that didn't come due,
Too bad neither of us were watching our front view.
And theTucan Sam wannabe started to cower.
For some dreadful looking guy,
Made the birdie cry.
He rang a big bell,
And damned us to hell.
I could not eat a slobbering bird,
All that water would leave me blurred.
But I was still hungry and needed to eat.
So I chowed down on the ugly guys feet.
He had slippers made of rabbit.
Sorry Nugget, it's just habit.
They still had all their meat,
And were a nice treat.
Not sure what it is with guys and slippers,
Or even flippers.
But I left with a full tummy,
Even though that bird would be yummy.
I hear the ugly guy and the bird,
Got married. How absurd!
That was my dVerse travel tale for the day as Reena took all pics provided at my bay. Wasn't that just a grand old time. I know some of you think eating that bird would be a crime. But the cat eats meat and rhymes with sass. Don't expect anything else from my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.