Sven & Ismay ~ fighter
poem
I think that I shall never
see
A sloth a’dangling from a
tree.
A tree whose green and leafy
shade
Conceals a squirrely
escapade.
Around and round and up and
down
The squirrels cavort above
the ground.
Chittering, chattering,
leaping
Over the treed sloth
a’sleeping.
Shaking off the squirrels and
slumber,
Ericward, begins to lumber
Sloth in search of merry
thwacking,
Seeking out some friendly
whacking.
A golden eagle spies the
sloth
Claws a’clicking in his
wroth.
Lackadaisical tree-hugger
Ouch! No match for aerie
mugger.
Dizzy sloth, his brain
a’pounding
Shakes it off, his strength
rebounding.
Scans the field with
fortitude,
Hears a shriek to curl the
blood.
Screaming from the sky a
dragon
Parti-colored wings
a’flappin’.
Slothy claws are made for grasping;
Dragon’s claws just leave him gasping.
Arial warriors are no fun
Besides it’s hot here in the
sun.
Perhaps the squirrely
cavalcade
Is worth a dangle in the
shade.
~ Pippin Skylark
...always tart and crisp
Fall 2019
Fall 2019
