Giraffe

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A Giraffe, with its

Long

Long

Long

Long

Long

Neck is looking down on me.

See him stretchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh up to those high-tree leaves

And grasp them with his massive tongue.

Two males are having a fight

To decide who will mate today.

They swing their necks at one another

Madly

Until one of them falls.

A battle captured all on video film.

The loser seems quite dead

But then comes round

And totters to his feet.

Magnificent creatures,

All mottle-flanked,

With tiny horns

And telescopic legs.

Giraffes!

Paul Butters

Flowers

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A swish carpet of summer flowers sweeps across the plains.

Blossoms deck the mountains all around.

My skin is swathed in humid southern air

As aromas of fresh-cut grass and lavender

Lounge around the lazy gardens.

Flowers of every hue

Are guarded by sentinel trees.

Red, white, orange, purple, pink….

Every nuance of colour represented here.

Taste that grass, that floating pollen.

Suck that nectar under summer skies.

A blackbird twitters,

Those bees they buzz.

All birds are singing

Heavenly chorus,

From God above.

Paul Butters

Ali

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He floated like a butterfly,

Stang like a bee –

The one and only

Muhammad Ali.

“I’m The Greatest”, he always said,

20^th Century Sports Personality,

Put his rivals to bed.

Yes, he WAS the Greatest, that’s for sure.

Above the rest by a massive score.

Faster than a hummingbird,

Slicker than a snake,

Those quick hands of his

They made opponents quake.

He’d get into bed

Before the light went out.

Rarely a whisper,

Usually a shout.

Like a long-distance runner

Ali had the endurance.

Anyone who fought him

Needed lots of insurance.

Ali was great and didn’t he know it.

A witty speaker and amusing poet.

Some of his lines I’ve used right here:

They had his rivals shaking with fear.

No way would Ali fight the Viet Cong.

For that he merits a Nobel Gong.

He was the champion of the oppressed,

A hero with whom we all were blessed.

He had charisma, way beyond sport.

Ali influenced our every thought.

He’ll call into Hell on the way to Heaven,

To knock out Satan, in round seven.

Paul Butters