Thinking of new words to make poetry out of a llama…
Actually, Caesar is Argentine, although many llamas come from Tibet.
And he has a fan club and followers and shows up at protests to calm the crowd.
Is this wonderful or what?
Mama remembers a poem by Ogden Nash that her mama used to tell the kids for a laugh:
In far Tibet there lived a llama,
he had no papa, had no mama,
he had no wife, he had no chillin,
he had to no used for penicillin.
There is more but…
Who know what it meant – it was just fun to rhyme and then the kids would make up their own words of poetry. I guess at that age, very young, it’s easier to introduce kids to fun poems by Dr Seuss than old T S or Frost. Although mama thinks kids can understand much more than they are given credit for.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, for example, is easily understandable at almost any age with someone to help explain it. But Frost himself says that it is only a poem about loneliness and a moment of reflection on the snowy woods’ beauty, but the speaker has obligations and must go on to fulfill them. A little like now – we are all a bit lonesome for our friend and family and normal life and yet we must go on with our obligations until this virus is under control.
And how I got from llamas to snowy woods…jeez…don’t ask. Just enjoy the poems.
Unfortunately, our mom is not a good poet. That’s why we never have poems on our blog! MOL We like your poem.
Well thank you we’re not that great at it either or we’re mostly good at punning, or rather we think we are haha.
We’re all poets and we just don’t know it. 😉
Ha ha mama remembers this but your feet show it they are Longfellows.
Well LouLou we learned a lot about poetry when we started our Poetic Thursdays – one thing is that poetry doesn’t HAVE to rhyme! That’s helpful sometimes when you’re trying to rhyme with a TOUGH WORD like “encyclopedia” or “dinosaur”. Tee Hee
Hugs, Teddy
You are so right. Maybe “slow and lazy dinosaur – what a bore.” Or “encyclopedia has much knowledge for the media”…
There is a cat named Loulou – she is a wonderful guru. Her friend Mya is oooooh Mamma Mia – what have you done todya!! Well, that’ll never make the poet’s corner – but Mama needs more coffee……. We all need laughs today – chaos on the Cote d’Azur – coronavirus going up and a crazy time in Cannes last night with panic in the streets!! We were at home in front of the tv, thank goodness!
WHAT happened in Cannes?? We were probably asleep, uh, that’s the royal “we”…
JUST sent an article – a shootout!
A WHAT??? Will go look. WOW!
Ogden Nash also wrote another “llama” poem,
“The one-l lama, he’s a priest.
the two-l llama, he’s a beast.
And I will bet a silk pajama
There isn’t any three-l lllama.”
To which he later appended:
“The author’s attention has been called to the type of conflagration called a “three alarmer.” Pfft !”
Good old Ogden, whoever he was. Mama knows but I’m a bit catatonic where poetry is concerned, haha. Mama LOVES it and I suffer through it when she reads to me. Funny, thought, the “L” play with words.
I hope that doesn’t mean it’s gonna snow Loulou!
Oh I don’t think that Mr. Frost’s poetry is quite that powerful…of course being Mr FROST you never know…