Taken in November of 2013 at the Mysore Zoo
There is no smile
worn by a crocodile,
that’ll induce me to pet him.
There’s no grin,
neither wide nor thin,
that extends my treasured limb.
Save your beaming.
It looks scheming.
“No, I won’t go for a swim.”
The Hippo never took an oath
to watch its weight or check its growth.
Hungry, Hungry, it is in deed.
Five hours per day it’s known to feed.
The Greeks called it the river horse.
A horse that’s not a horse, of course, [of course.]
Hippos do like rivers, though they don’t float.
Submerged below, they’ll wreck your boat.
Where else can one find two tons of fun?
But careful, don’t think them too fat to run.
They’ve been clocked at 30 miles per hour,
and there’s scarcely a thing they won’t devour.
there’s nothing sadder than a monkey
who’s grown pudgy, blown up chunky,
and become a Mars Bar junkie
just cause we’re genetically entwined
makes it neither right nor kind
to give them a bootilicious behind
when swinger’s branches threaten break
and under foot the earth it quakes
it’s then too late to lay off the cakes
when dealing with our friends furry
remember no ice cream or curry
no panicked food drop and scurry
Taken November 29, 2013 at the Mysore Zoo.
There’s something about this picture that strikes me as not of this world. The albino creature contrasted against the earth-tone environment. One expects to see a deer in a verdant patch where it can meet its grazing needs, not on barren, stony soil. Then there are those wicked screw-bit horns, seeming a little out of place on bambi–like fangs on a butterfly.
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