I know so little about the merganser I can’t even write a stanzer
Serve me one iota of slimy okra
and I will cry-outta “no mo-kra”
As it makes me chokra!
Whoever invented margarine
Keeps committing a mortal sin.
When the wind blows and blows and blows…
Singularly for birds outside I don’t goes-
Clinging, clinging, clinging to something by their toes,
As where they are who the heck knows.
If jet lag, reverse drains, eating grubs, beer guzzlers, and fear of marsupials ought-ta-alia,
One may not want to visit Australia.
His whiskey he did slurp
Causing him to burp,
Yet no one dared call him a twerp
or they’d end up planted six feet under the earpth.
Pardon my slango,
if I couldn’t find a mango in Durango
I’d become derangoed,
Especially in the light of the moon glow!
In the mystical cloud forest of Chiapas
With mist all around us
and binoculars hopefully in focus
Beginning to think one may need hocus pocus,
There is nothing better to see a rare elusive solitary Horned Guan,
Unless of course you see more than uan.
Since correlation is not causation
My faulty hypothesis is the oppothesis of a cause for elation.
In that sultry region,
A typical diet Central Americain
Is quite simple to ex-plain
As it consists of a bit of animal protein
Along with a smattering of rice, beans and plantain
but probably no flan
So one’s health, if not waistline, is mas o menos easy to man-tain.