2011 Poetry Theme Challenges
#02 It's Like This Little Britches
It is 75 years since the world bid farewell to Kipling. I for one grew up with 'The Jungle Book' stories
and still glean a sort of solace when I read them or watch the movie, as I can hear my grandpa reading to me
and I can almost taste the warm honey milk and feel the soft snuggle of my quilt. This challenge is to read
or recall the work of Kipling, what does his legacy of writing mean to you?
Little Britches Challenge
Come little one hold tight my hand.
For I`m gonna take you to Animal Land
There`s a big striped tiger and ocelot too
A large tusked elephant and a Kangaroo.
Monkey and apes are there by the score
Huge game elks and a big black boar
Zebra`s with their blackened stripes
Or are they black with stripes of white?.
Camels with two large bumps called humps
Or is it dromedaries with one, or two Lumps?
Ant eaters with their long snatching snouts
Snakes with venom so you better watch out.
Crocodiles and alligators with wide open jaws
Eagles and buzzards with sharpened claws
A wolf howls hyena your having a laugh
Can I join in said the long necked giraffe.
While hippo the potymus bathes in mud
Submerges for his meal chewing the cud
Then gives out a great thunderous yawn
Frightened a deer and her bambi fawn.
The king of the jungle he`ll be there too
Don`t stand too close or he might eat you
Ignore the shy Ostrich his head in the sand
We`re gonna have fun here in animal land.
Joys of Kipling
Within the contours of my mind
Some memories therein I shall find
When we was very young
His praise we had sung
Rudyard Kipling was one of a kind.
He wrote of Journeys upon the sea
Of far off jungles with wildbeast free
Of thrones and power
Of trees and flowers
He captured us deep in his mystery.
Just So Tales were written with flair
Stories for children treasured there
For I often recall
He did us enthrall
In awe of these fine tales to share.
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In days gone by amid the stone
An old poet spoke of the sky
To follow the laws of nature
Or our kind will surely die.
He spoke old words that still seem wise
As the grey-eyed wolf looking back
How the strength of all supports one
And breath of one feeds the whole pack
The poetís words taught the huntsmen
To be choice while stalking his prey
Take enough to relieve hunger
And return another day.
Now as I lie here in my bed
A thought occurs that wonít let go
These stories Iíve heard many times
And still they are simply Just So!
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Never steal a cake from a Parsee
Cause he is so cunning doncha see
Heíll wait till yers go for a swim
Then grab yer gear and put things in
That are guaranteed to make you itchee.
The sun there is hot and makes you sweat
If you like to swim then donít upset
A bloke that wears a turban
Heíll look after you if he can
And be your faithful bhisti you can bet
If I get a hump a serious camels hump
Youíll hear me whinge and give a loud harump.
Stead of sipping it fine,
Iíll swig my wine
Another reason for me being a grump
The whale is a very funny fish
When you want it to eat, you need more than one dish
A side of ribs will feed a whole town
And just to gollop a whole fin down
Could be a soup, a curry, but never a quiche.
And remember a whale could never eat you
Unless it took time to manufacture a stew.
Because Kiplingís braces made a filter
It put a human out of kilter
Giving the whale a new dietary point of view
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