Multiple Confusion

If Goose meet for a party, they become Geese.

By why aren't many Moose also called Meese?

And more than one Ox somehow become Oxen,

But when a Fox joins his pals, we don't

call them Foxen.

While we're at it-Octopuses or just Octopi?

Hippopotamuses? Hippos? Hippopotami?

The bird Grouse flies with others, and they are termed Grouses.

But a Mouse and his buddies aren't called Mouses?

Many Bison and Sheep are having a ball

Knowing in groups, their names don't change at all.

Fungus and Cactus don't just add "e", "s"-

Oh no! You use "i", adding to the mess!

We can find ourselves entertained at the Zoo,

But thinking about it, are you confused too?

There's no common rule to use for beast groups-

To learn correct terms has us

jumping through hoops.

I imagine he is having a good laugh at us,

Figuring out what to call two hippopotamus.

I am referring of course, no doubt, to the bloke

Who made up different rules as some kind of joke.

Disruption

The Rabbits' one job was simple, For they were who were in charge Of eating and keeping grass short When it was in danger of getting too large. Each animal in the old forest Would use their own expertise To keep it a nice place to live. This agreement worked well with ease. The Beavers made sure all the trees Never fell and hurt someone below. The Bears would plow walkable paths For the animals to walk in the snow. And the Rabbits, with their eating talents, Made sure all the grass stayed at bay. When it got too long and too full, Smaller animals could not find their way. But one day the others had noticed That the edge of the meadow grew tall. The Rabbits still ate the grass, But did not go near the edges at all. It was curious, thought the Raccoon. And days later, the area unmown Had grown to be even bigger! Deer and Squirrel had agreed when shown. They called together the council To discuss the issue at hand. The area where grass was uneaten Kept expanding to more of the land.

A Ghost's Lament

You'd think it fun as a ghost, But you have not thought it through. We have more problems than most. These laments I share are so true. I used to love drink and feast! How I loved burgers and fries! But now eating and dining has ceased- I can only enjoy with my eyes. Dressing up to go out was so fun! I'd wear makeup and don a nice blouse! But since this ghost life has begun I found I cannot leave this house! Can you hear the boredom in my voice? I twiddle my thumbs for ages! Even reading is no longer a choice When your fingers pass through the pages. And the new tenants have horrible taste! You should see what they've done with my room! Orange paint slapped on with such haste. And ugh! You should smell her perfume! And it's I they have tried to evict! With "exorcists" and bundles of sage. Trust me, it's not them I'd have picked! Their awful habits fill me with rage! She picks her nose and he chews too loud, Dirty dishes piling up in the sink. Whoever

One of Those Days

Hare woke up quite early But felt good and did declare "Today is going to be great! I can feel it in the air!" Autumn was setting in, Leaves falling to the ground. A brisk chill in the wind, "I should go walk around!" The sun just started rising, Shadows danced on forest floor. Though Hares can see quite well, Where he stepped he wasn't sure. A giant oak tree root Was hidden by fallen leaves. Before Hare could stop himself He tripped, scraping his knees. Hare sat for a short while, Tending to his abrasions. Still in the same good mood He'd not be saddened by one occasion. Hare heard his tummy grumble, He knew it was breakfast time. He came upon some berries, That were clearly in their prime. He had never seen such berries- Big and round and bright! "These will be so delicious!" He thought with much delight! He put one in his mouth, Excited to devour. But quickly spit it out- It was tart and very sour. He tried one and two more, But each was just

Happy Cloud Stories

Search This Blog