Friday, November 26, 2010

SHADES OF TURKEYS ograd2a

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A turkey is a jumbo bird, its bright red face is so absurd.
Its head and neck explodes in color! Wings are dark and look much duller.    

They roost in trees, nest on the ground. They eat beetles by the pound!
Their flapping wings sound just like thunder, they land in brush and dive right under.

Ben Franklin tried to make them regal, but I’m so glad they chose the eagle.
Next time you hear a turkey gobble, watch him strut and walk his wobble.

It seems the count of turkeys living, takes a dive around Thanksgiving.
That might be part of natures
plan, some healthy tasty food for man. 

Perhaps the Pilgrims had it right, with their turkey appetite.
It seems the Indians liked them too, with yams and beans in turkey stew!

That's why the Toms now wear dark shades, to parties, balls, and masquerades!
Those glasses just might help them see, attaining anonymity!

But the turkeys on our block, still walk the walk and gobble-talk.
They “turkey strut” the wiggle wobble, and “turkey talk” their “Gobble, gobble!”

And turkey Hens make shameless passes; at macho toms who wear those glasses!
So get some shades and put them on!  You’ll look just like a Turkey, Tom!

© Copyright 1996 and 2010 by Gary Minkin, P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394
(818) 363-2211
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Thursday, November 25, 2010

ODE TO THE PELICAN gnuewe,wpdocs

Australian Pelican (Pelecanus conspicillatus),...Image via Wikipedia

The bill of one large pelican, holds much more than its belly can!
They catch more fish than they can swallow!  Do they think their legs are hollow?

A rather large unsual bird, pelicans look so absurd.
They sometimes sit and stare and scowl, and look so foul, and act so fowl!

They sail along so gracefully, on land they walk so awkwardly.
From a post or roof or rail, these floating sea birds dive and sail.

Big birds that can fly all day, and snag some grunions on  the way.
Then they might dive into the sea, to catch a fish, or two or three! 

Watch them float upon the breeze, above the palms and pinion trees.
Or like a statue on a rail, with wings swept back beyond their tail!

A big and rather HARDY bird, on its LAURELS, looks absurd!
But comical as they might be, they too might laugh at you and me!

I love to see them at the shore, and photograph their moods galore.
Watch them catch and eat small fishes.  They think Sardines are so delicious!

You’ll likely never see one smile, even if you watch a while.
The sand and surf is where  their place is, floating turkeys with long faces!

© Copyright 1996 and 2010 by Gary Minkin, P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394
(818) 363-2211



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NOAH’S ARC Ogrady.wpd.com

Noah cursing Canaan (illustration by Gustave D...Image via Wikipedia
Biblical legend?  History’s fact?
Noah was Wise and had ship-building knack.

He built a sturdy unique little arc, 
then assembled a cast of gene pools in a park.

With heavenly visions of ravenous floods, he foresaw the horror; earth turning to mud.

He finished his arc and at once brought on board, Pairs of all critters he could possibly hoard.

As they finished boarding, the huge cloudbursts came; for forty days solid, the skies emptied rain.

Earth was embalmed in the flood of all time, and covered with water and deep muddy slime.

So, landfall was such a remarkable sight,
after drifting at sea forty full days and nights.

Noah saved pairs of the Earth’s threatened creatures; as oceans receded, land reclaimed its features.

Safe on the Arc where the species survived, then to Mt. Ararat, when at last they arrived.

As they disembarked on this peak of dry land, they stood to applaud this unselfish brave man.

Today, we can see in the wilds or the zoos, some of the species that Noah did choose.    

And that’s why it never does cease to amaze, the story of Noah and earth’s rainiest days!

© Copyright 1996 & 2010 by Gary Minkin.  P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills, CA 91394; (818) 363-2211



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CHINA LESSONS flea.wpd.com fd2-8-03

Gray hippopotamus at Lisbon zooImage via Wikipedia
A kitten owned a china shop.  It seemed her work would never stop.

From dawn to dusk, she plied her trade, though she was never over paid.

She loved her pretty little store, and lovely china plates galore. 

She always kept it neat and clean.  No dust or lint were ever seen.

One day with great anticipation, she planned a fairy tale vacation. 

An ocean cruise, no need to hurry.  For her boutique, no need to worry.

She hired a hippo, Twinkle Toes, so that her business need not close.

We know good help is hard to find, but had this kitten lost her mind?

This mega hippopotamus, lacked training, grace and tactfulness!

She was rude and she was crude, and she possessed an attitude.

Entering the china shop, the hippo skipped and hipped and hopped.

She turned the music way up loud, so she could entertain the crowd.

Clapping hands were all she needed.  The kitten’s words were never heeded. 

It would blow your fragile mind, to watch that Hippo bump and grind.

She kicked and spun and tried to dance, in a tutu, in a trance.

Bogey left then sashay right, the shop was soon a sorry sight. 

She twirled and shimmied through the air, as china shattered everywhere.

Cups and saucers, mugs and more, all ruined upon the showroom floor!

Teapots, creamers, sugar bowls; servers made for bread and rolls;

More crumbled china, broken glass, with every ballerina pass.

The sight was such, I could not cope – a bouncing Hippo jumping rope. 

As ignorance turned into bliss, she limboed to a hip-hop twist.

Twinkle Toes had trashed the shop, and I just could not make her stop!

I am sad but I confess, it’s one big hippopoto-MESS!

The charming shop reduced to trash, with nothing left for her to bash. 

It’s very sad but I am sure, the lovely shop will not endure!

Hippos can be very bad, and that can make a kitten sad. 

Next time the kitten goes away, let’s press chimpanzees into play! 

Some folks may wonder, “Why the fuss?  She’s just a hippopotamus!”

But china shops should never be, a Hippo’s “Boogie Jamboree.” 

And when the kitten does return, I hope that she will quickly learn,

Don’t trust a hippo with the keys, to china haberdasheries!

© Copyright 1996 by Gary Minkin. P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394 (818) 363-2211

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JACK AND THE ENCHANTED BEAN STALK

Jack and the Beanstalk: The Real StoryImage via Wikipedia
A man with some magical seeds stopped on by,
He told Jack to plant them, then look to the sky.

Jack planted the seeds in a field he ploughed,
And a beanstalk grew skyward, and punctured a cloud.

Yes, they were his beans, though he thought they were corn. And the stalk grew so high it might have to be shorn.

Now Jack had this oversized beanstalk to prune.
When he climbed to the top, he was close to the moon.

And there was a goose on a nest of gold eggs,
And a giant so mean, he could break off your legs. 

Jack grabbed the goose, but it started to squack,
So they started to slide down that massive beanstalk.

When the giant awoke, and was kind of upset,
that his goose had been stolen, on that you can bet.

With a menacing scream, he then followed them down,
but he tripped on a thorn and he crashed to the ground.
That goose kept on squacking, and that is no joke, 
But it wasn't the kind of goose that Jack likely would choke. 

(C) Copyright 1996 by Gary Minkin,  P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394
(818) 363-2211

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WALRUSES WITH BRACES gnuewe,wpdocs

Walruses fightingImage via Wikipedia
Walruses have pretty faces, and they look rather good in braces!
But why do they act so aloof?  Like we won’t notice brace on tooth?

Orthodontists all agree, a walrus swimming out to sea,
might quickly get a little tired, but not because his mouth is wired!

Next time you see a walrus grin, look for shiny bracing tin.
I know it’s hard, but try to see, their orthadontured dentistry.    

Don’t ever laugh at Bucky Beaver, or at a toothy wart hog either.
It may sound weird, but right is right!  Why should we cure their overbite?

© Copyright 1996 by Gary Minkin,
P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394
-  (818) 363-2211
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HANNA THE HEREFORD gnuewe,wpdocs

A Frisian Holstein cow in the Netherlands: Int...Image via Wikipedia
Hanna the Hereford was such a nice cow. 
Most bovines will curtsey, but she loved to bow!

One day when the herd was preparing for showers,
She just wandered off as she grazed in the flowers! 

She loved sweet petunias, a daisy, a rose.
She draped some narcissus all over her nose.                            

She wove fresh gardenias throughout her long tail,
As she nibbled sweet rosebuds from her favorite pail!

A cow that loved posies so sweet and divine,
She was a fine Hereford by floral design.

Should you see a bovine all adorned in bright flowers,
Feed her fresh rosebuds as soon as she showers.

In floral regalia, this Hereford could be,
A fine Rose Parade Mascot, of florality!

© Copyright 1996 nd 2010 by Gary Minkin,  P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394  (818) 363-2211
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CHECKERED PONY'S PSYCHEDILIC EQUINAUTICS

A young Dartmoor pony foal near the summit of ...Image via Wikipedia
A checkered pony loved to canter, With a bright plaid Tam O’Shanter.

And matching scarf around her neck!  But jealous neighbors got upset!

An egocentric crass show off?  “Au contraire!” she stomped and scoffed! 

“It’s not my hat and scarf, you see, that keeps your eyes festooned on me!”

“It’s my soft gingham hide unique, that looky loos and gawkers seek!”

“And my brightly colored coat,” she winked, "of green and orange, and soft hot pink!”

“If you resent a pastel blur, don’t concentrate upon my fur!"

"Then when I kick my hooves up high, just smile and wave as I trot by.”

"But if it might make you feel better, next time I’ll wear my zebra sweater!” 
   
“And though it may sound quite insane, I'd love some roses in my mane!”

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(818) 363-2211
P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394  

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CONEJO PETE gnuewe,wpdocs

Self made image of Eastern CottontailImage via Wikipedia
Old Macgregor had a farm, and he grew carrots near the barn. He planted rows so straight and long, and then he sang his favorite song!

A rabbit named Conejo Pete, dug those carrots, ripe and sweet! This sorry little fuzzy beggar, dug up the fields of old Macgregor.

So, with a pitchfork on his arm, Macgregor tried to guard his farm, with precious carrots juicy sweet, the ones that bunnies love to eat!

Peter’s mother felt so sad, when Peter did things that were bad! But crunchy carrots; is it fair? That old Macgregor wouldn’t share?

So Peter said, “I’ll tip-toe over, to the carrots, past the clover.” One day the farmer caught him cold; I’ve never heard of such a scold!

Pete is now a “shook up” bunny.  Neurosis isn’t ever funny! How can a crazy mixed up rabbit, curb a carrot lusting habit? 

Now that this song is nearly over, Peter finally switched to clover! A clever ending, don’t you know, should harmonize with  “E. I. -- E. I. O.!”

© Copyright 1996 and 2010 by Gary Minkin,
P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394
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BUFFALOS IN THE SKY gnuewe,wpdocs

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One day the bistro’s hotline rings, and some guy orders buffalo wings! Delicious but so very rare, that some folks hoard more than their share.

And Buffalos cannot fly far, because their wings are so bizarre. They graze and mosey rather slow, and eat with gusto as they go!

They nibble weeds and rye and grass, I don’t think that they fly first class! But, when they fly, they do have fun!  Although their wings droop when they’re done.

Does every buffalo have those wings?  And what about their other things? Like beady eyes and sharp black horns, and knobby knees and hooves with corns.

I’ve never actually seen one fly.  In fact, I’ve never seen one try! But like a whale that swims and sings; I'm sure you’ve heard of buffalo wings!

© Copyright 1996 by Gary Minkin,
P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394
-  (818) 363-2211


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ODERLY CHALLENGED AND SCENT-IMPAIRED BLOODHOUND

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A bloodhound had a tragic flaw.  A mean old horse had kicked his jaw. He kicked so hard, the poor dog fell.  From that day forth, he could not smell!

For hunting dogs, that leaves a void, like under-whelming adenoids. His tracking days?  I think they’re over.  Instead of “Tracker,” he’s now called “Rover”.

In case you’ve wondered how he’s faired, he’s limited and scent-impaired! But, he still follows greyhound races, and parks in handicapper’s spaces.!

© Copyright 1996 by Gary Minkin, P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394  -  (818) 363-2211
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A BOY AND A PONY flea.wpd.com

Shetland pony on Bressay, Shetland, ScotlandImage via Wikipedia
In mountains and highlands, of North Shetland Islands, are ponies of speed and strong frame. They’re lovely to see, running wild and free, and some are quite easy to tame.

A fine pony named Steed, ran for hours at full speed, then he slept very well through the night. He galloped and trotted, and was beautifully spotted.  He was an incredible sight.

One day it was snowing, with a cold north wind blowing, and this pony was chilled to the bone. He wanted to eat, and acquire some heat, so he called a young boy on the phone.

The little boy said, “Hi, my name is Ted.  And YES, we will give you a home! So PLEASE, come on over, and meet my dog Rover, who loves to drink tea with a scone.”

In the warm cozy barn, of a small happy farm, the pony found comfort and joy. Now there’s really no doubt, as they ride all about, that the pony adores that young boy!

When winter was over, there were acres of clover, and ponies love clover to eat. Now they ride every day, and then Steed gets fresh hay.  He even has shoes on his feet!

Every day after school, as a general rule, Ted feeds and grooms his small horse. When chores are all done, they go riding for fun.  Do they canter and gallop? Of course!

A pony brings joy, to a good girl or boy, as a loyal and wonderful pet. And nothing seems phony about this fine pony, although we’ve not formally met.

© Copyright 1996 and 2010 by Gary Minkin, P.O. Box 3515, Granada Hills CA, 91394  (818) 363-2211



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