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Pelicant (poem 14)

April 16, 2010
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A new Friday poem for ye….


Pelicant

Pelican
Standing on a dock pole was Pelicant.
His friends said,
   “Would you like to go
   down to beautiful Tierra del Fuego?”
Replied Pelicant,
   “No, I shant.”
His friends said,
   “Come fly with us high over the ocean,
   as we drift on the wild wind motion.”
Replied Pelicant,
   “No, I shant.”
His friends said,
   “We’ll swoop down to the water,
   catch lots of tasty fishes,
   and gobble them without side dishes.”
Replied Pelicant,
   “Why, why, why must you continue to rant?
   No, I shant.”

His friends said,
   “Every day, you sit upon the dock,
   waiting ’til the fishing workers return at 2 o’clock,
   and they give you some handouts.
   When’s the last time your wings had a workout?
   Come, spread your wings, soar in the blue!
   You’ve been as tired as a wornout old shoe!
   Can you even remember what your wings do?”

Pelicant thought thoughtfully for a moment,
and realized their idea was brilliant.
Too often, he had replied that he can’t.
Too often, he was as boring as a dishpan.
So he took to the sky and flew as Pelican.

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