SCRUFFY!
The mud pile is me,
and a big ball of knots.
I run around like a crazy bird
with rocks.
People call me weird
with a stinky smell of old cabbage.
I am so famous,
I make my own grub!
FRISBY!
I love Frisbee’s
And running like a mockingbird,
Chasing up and down the driveway,
I have eyes like Frisbee’s
My super speed is as crazy as a cheetah,
Last but not least,
I am golden like a trophy.
I am Frisby, the golden Labrador.
ARLO
My name is Arlo.
I am an English pointer that hates fireworks –
To think that people do them for fun!
I am partial to JAMESWELLBELOVED pet food from Pet’s At Home.
I love doing the foxtrot, my long white tail flowing along with the music.
But if it were the rumba, my long, skinny legs would be sure to get in the way.
The jive is my style, as I am energetic, my ears can count every beat.
Strictly is dazzling, a great entertainer, although I don’t think it is quite right for me!
My legs and my tail would be quite sure to fail, Strictly really isn’t for me!
Eating is brilliant, though I am quite sure you’ve heard I have expensive taste,
For I only eat James Wellbeloved.
Grains make me sick, make me groan, make me kick –
Wellbeloved is really the best!
I really do hope that one day they learn some sense,
Stop feeding me rubbish and making me dance!
Because I am really not made to prance and to dance.
I am not meant for bangs or for clangs.
I am meant to me: the energetic, the bold,
I am meant to be Arlo, the English Pointer,
No matter what you may have been told!
I am Dolly the dinosaur
dancing the disco.
I love to
boogy the ballroom,
twirl to the tango,
swirl to the samba,
trot to the tap,
jiggle to the jazz,
jabber to the jive,
wiggle to the waltz,
bounce to ballet,
chat to the cha cha cha,
quack to the quickstep,
listen to the Latin,
Race to the Rumba.
I’m Dolly the Dinosaur,
auditioning for STRICKTLY!
Green Describes Me,
it is new, young and innocent
it is growing, fresh and clean
Green can also be dark and musty
it can also be wrong and angry
Green best describes me, for I can be anything.
Wolf.
Darkness. That’s what
crawls over the forest
like a spider, when midnight
flops, lazily onto the treetops.
Then, they slip, nimbly
out of their warm, dense
dens like shadows, thick
fur, dark as ash.
Fire, dances in their sunset
eyes, beautiful, yet swimming
with a silenced pain, never
to be freed.
Soft paws patter over smooth
rock like raindrops, and their
black fur shimmers in the
mystical moonlight.
They keep on going, without
A rest, before pausing, finally
To drink from a crystal-clear
pond. Staring, vacantly back
at them, standing out against the
deep blue sky are the blazing eyes of many wolves.
Cheetah.
She blinks open her coffee
brown eyes and opens her
prawn-pink mouth wide,
revealing rows of pearly-white
fangs.
Stretching out one sand-coloured
foreleg, her muscles ache in a satisfying
sort of way.
Rising to her paws, she flattens her
ears and arches her back in
a long stretch.
Curling her tail, she flexes
her razor-sharp claws and her
ears ***** up, alert for danger
or prey.
She throws back her glossy
shoulders, allowing the sunlight
to pour onto her whiskery face.
She feels contented and energetic.
there is only one thing for it. The little
golden blur pulsed, excitedly, across
The open ground, spraying
sand up behind her powerful
hindquarters.
The innocent young prey
with a heart as delicate
as a butterfly’s wing didn’t
see the lithe ball of flame
shooting towards them.
As the breeze ruffled her
Whiskers, and her muscles
Rippled under shiny pelt,
Nothing could stand in her way.
Tell me, can you name an animal
As gorgeous and speedy as
A cheetah?
Spider.
Swiftly, her miniature body
Scurried, busily over the silky
Thread which was stretching between
Two tree branches,
Eight soot-black legs flex, happily
As her back half bobs up and down.
The finished edition of her scintillating
Cobweb glittered like a smashed mirror,
Intricate patterns designed to look
Inviting to flies.
Now, all that was left to do was
To wait for prey to fall, absentmindedly
Into her trap.
As she watched in silence,
The symmetrical orange swirls
On her back stood out, shockingly
Against her jet-black body.
Many people may fear her kind,
But I don’t think you will ever get
Something so swift and agile, as
The arachnid.
Octopus.
Vibrant colours swirl,
dramatically over his
textured skin, looping
and spiralling down his
eight, flailing arms.
Gliding, swiftly through
the whispering water,
he keeps his eyes open
for signs of a juicy crab or two.
Flashing, ominously, he scrambles
towards a rock, all three hearts
beating before shivering into
a smoky grey. Curiously, a rusty
red crab scuttles out from under a rock.
Spotting an inviting piece of algae
sitting on a pebble, he didn’t
notice the predator.
As the crab snacked, he
zoomed off the rock, snatching
out with his tentacles.
The crab was gone in a flash,
and the octopus glided away,
his emerald eyes blazing and
his lumpy skin glowing.
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