Happy World Poetry Day one and all!
Blimey, it’s been a while since I posted – doesn’t time fly?!
In honour of World Poetry Day I decided to do one of my Crazy Rhymey Challenges. I was given a veritable feast of words from the good folks of Twitter:
@Mr_Pie Slither (rather weirdly, two people sent in “meander” so one sent another word, then t’other sent another too which fitted in with the emerging theme so I just had to use it!)
And this is the resulting rhyme. Oh, if you’d like to know where the lizard’s name came from, have a read of this – What else could I have possibly called him?! 🙂
Graham Steals The Show
The sun was slowly setting
As the moon began to rise,
And in the jungle, on a leaf
A lizard yawned and sighed.
The lizard’s name was Graham,
And you’d see him every eve
Doing push-ups and contortions
That were quite hard to believe.
This wasn’t out of choice –
You see, poor Graham was crepuscular
(And ‘though he hated excercise
It made him very muscular.)
But in his heart of hearts
He felt so lonely and ignored –
For no-one new his talent
On the humble harpsichord.
At twilight every evening
In the jungle concert hall,
All kinds of creatures gathered
To perform and give their all.
And poor old Graham, on his twig
A-stretching and vibrating,
Had to miss the concerts –
Which he found excruciating.
One evening as he exercised
Upon his leafy plinth,
A monkey, swinging from a branch,
Fell off dropped his synth.
It crashed upon the ground
With a distressing little clatter,
And monkey howled in sorrow
As he watched his keyboard shatter.
“Oh woe is me!” poor monkey cried,
“Oh most unhappy day!
My instrument’s quite ruined,
Now I have nothing to play!”
Then Graham had a massive thought
That set him all a-quiver
Dare he? Should he? Would it work?
There was a chance – a sliver!
He cleared his throat politely
And addressed the monkey thus:
“Dear monkey, I can help you out –
But only after dusk,”
“I have a lovely harpischord
And borrow it you may,
And in return, I wondered
If you’d kindly let me play?”
The monkey leapt for joy
And cried “Oh, wond’rous salamander*!
I’ll wait until you’re finished,
Then we’ll to the show meander!”
So monkey watched in awe
As Graham twisted and gyrated –
The lizard’s dextrous antics
Left him discombobulated.
And as the twilight ended
Graham off his leaf did slither,
And hand in hand they set off
To the concert, with his zither.**
The monkey’s band had gone down well,
The concert hall was packed;
Then Graham stepped up to the stage –
He was the final act.
He felt a little nervous
But as soon as he began
He lost himself in music
As along the keys he ran.
And after he had finished
Came a stunned and silent pause –
Then the concert hall exploded
With loud cheering and applause!
Some thought those dulcit tones
Would prove a little soporific
But Graham made the harpsichord
Sound totally terrific!
These days in the jungle
It’s a very well known fact
That Graham and his harpsichord
Is THE BEST final act!
Ta daaaaa! Hope you liked it, and big thanks to everyone that joined in the challenge by tweeting me random words!
Oh, and if you’d like to read the rhyme I wrote for last year’s World Poetry Day, it’s here… 🙂
* Graham was a little hurt at being called a salamander when he was quite obviously a lizard, but he decided to let it pass.
** I know. I know, okay? Yes, I know there’s a big difference between a harpsichord and a zither, but I liked the rhyme. So there. 🙂