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
English