Poetry by Jeff Green

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The Bearded Trunk-Bat

by cricketjeff on February 17, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The bearded trunk-bat flies each night
To drink the nectar from the flowers
To hide himself from human sight
He sleeps away the daylight hours

To drink the nectar from the flowers
He has a most delightful trunk
He sleeps away the daylight hours
In caves stuffed full of precious junk

He has a most delightful trunk
A bristly beard and leather wings
In caves stuffed full of precious junk
He stores away his prettiest things

A bristly beard and leather wings
His raw attraction is not great
He stores away his prettiest things
To try to win a loving mate

His raw attraction is not great
He has to gather flowers and beads
To try to win a loving mate
Who’ll help him meet his urgent needs

He has to gather flowers and beads
His cave will be a sight to see
Who’ll help him meet his urgent needs?
To find himself a bat lady

His cave will be a sight to see
Though covered up with dark green leaves
To find himself a bat lady
He dances on a mat he weaves

Though covered up with dark green leaves
To hide himself from human sight
He dances on a mat he weaves
The bearded trunk-bat flies each night

Author notes

In common with the bearded trunk-bat I never eat pizza

Oh and if anyone cares the poem is a pantoum