Shagger in his prime: Go Shagger!
Tis the first post of the merry month of May (poetic licentious)
and I have penned an ode to my beloved ferret, Shagger. I'm inclined to style my prose with an archaic lilt just to show what a pretentious cunt I am. Arse
Oh, Shagger, fair ferret of the land,
With fur as soft as finest sand.
Thy whiskers long, thy eyes so bright,
Thou art a creature of delight.
From field to field, thy feet doth tread,
A nimble soul, with grace instead.
A playful beast, with tricks to share,
Thou art a creature beyond compare.
With every bound, and every leap,
Thou dost evoke a joy so deep.
The children laugh, the elders smile,
Thou art a creature without guile.
Oh, Shagger, creature of the wild,
With spirit free and heart beguiled,
Thou dost run and jump and play,
And fill our hearts with joy each day.
Thy nimble form, with grace and charm,
Dost fill our souls with sweetest balm.
Thy playful ways, thy gentle soul,
Thou art a creature of the whole.
From dawn till dusk, and dusk till dawn,
Thou art a creature to be drawn.
With love and laughter in thy wake,
Thou art a creature we must take.
Oh, Shagger, fair ferret of the land,
With fur as soft as finest sand.
Thy spirit free, thy heart so true,
Thou art a creature we pursue.
In fields and woods, in hills and glades,
Thy spirit free, thy soul ne'er fades.
Thou art a creature of the wild,
With heart and soul both sweet and mild.
So come, dear Shagger, take my hand,
And lead me through this wondrous land.
With thee beside me, heart so bright,
I know my days will be filled with light.
Oh, Shagger, creature of the wild,
With spirit free and heart beguiled,
Thou dost run and jump and play,
And fill our hearts with joy each day.
So there it is gentle reader. My heart overflows with plaque and assorted cellular detritus. So before you go, take heed, and be overjoyed to know that my next post will be very sensible indeed. This will manifest my true nature and detract/distract from my palpable, nay glaring, ferret fixation.
That's sweet.
ReplyDeleteYou do realise this is the Merry Month of March?
Yea, I know, but merry month of March isn't so poetic, innit?
ReplyDeleteHi Flax, sublime piece of minstrelsy only a true great knight can do to his immortal romance (your lady isn´t of jealous nature, ain´t she?)
ReplyDeleteI do write serious poetry, on occasion. However, on this blog I usually confine myself to insipid doggerel dependent on mood/muse. My serious poetry is too bleak and dark for public exposition. As for your quest regard to my spouse's jealousy profile, the answer is yes. Tis true in my younger years I was true to male form. Nature, honed by eons of evolution is a funny old thing. Anyway, for some reason your comment has stimulated my deep cerebral cortex and has put forth the notion for an elongated and frankly ill-conceived post. May the gods forgive me.
DeleteA handsome and noble beast. An eloquent and heart felt ode.
ReplyDeleteI must say, I compare the visage of this fair creature to the army of dead fish eyed walking dead who pollute the media in all it's forms and I see more character than the lot of them put together.
I am serious?
Well, I'm not entirely joking!
Sadly Mark, you espouse verity itself.
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