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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

ABCB Poem--On Avoiding Heffalumps--National Poetry Month

Not sure what poem we're doing today but I'm doing this one at least:

If you're running from a heffalump
There are things you've got to know
If you kick him very carefully
You'll break his baby toe.

You might think this will help you
But unfortunately it won't
'Cause he'll look at you with teary eyes
And you might cry, but don't.

'Cause heffalumps are crafty,
They'll get you every time
'Cause when you aren't looking 
They'll lapse to the sublime.

That means their cuteness factor
Will climb into the red
And you would not be happy
Just hiding in your bed

That heffalump's cavorting
He'll eat your apple pie
He'll dig through all your laundry
And smack you in the eye.

He'll clip out all your coupons
And throw them in the trash
He'll find your little black dress
And snarfle up the sash.

So never let that heffalump
Get the upper hand
'Cause he's a tricky trickster
He'll do things you'll not stand.

He'll eat up all the ice cream
Put pepper in your shoes
And when you aren't looking
He'll turn your whites to blues.

But then he'll gaze up at you
With those huge and gorgeous eyes'
And you'll be wondering about
How else he can surprise.

So, make sure that you dose him up 
With shaving cream and fudge
And that will keep him busy
Just let me be the judge.

And then you'll know you've got him
When he lies down at your feet
After that your little heffalump
Will be nothing less than sweet.

So take my timely advice when
A heffalump you meet
Cavorting and rampaging
Down your country hometown street.
© 2017 by H. Linn Murphy

1 comment:

  1. That is so cute and it has a lovely feel to it, too. Plus, there are so many clever ideas, like the heffalump digging through the laundry and then turning whites to blues! Adorable heffalump!!