Written in response to a Facebook friend’s suggestion for a hard-to-rhyme poem topic—the friend having pledged afterward to supply a drawing of said Platypus, which I have not yet seen, but am still patient about, because I’m cool like that.
by Jack Pelham
A disadvantaged platypus
Lived in a beaver’s world.
His classmates taunted, “Atta wuss!”
For he was yet ungirled.
But one day said the Beaver Queen,
“I think he’s kinda cute.”
And she went out right then and bought
The boy a mohair suit.
He took it home and tried it on
And in its pocket found
A winning Lotto ticket, and
He flew right out of town.
And that’s the last they saw of him;
His plight had reached an end.
Now he’s in high society,
Unlike his beaver friends.
The Queen, he did soon send for,
Once he’d bought a grand chalet,
And they had fourteen platyvers,
Who dance in the ballet.
Now, if you need a moral for
This tale, I’d say it thus:
You never know how love and luck
Can change a platypus!
THE END
