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Friday, August 17, 2018

Creature Features Part 9



Argy-Bargy at the Barbie

Ned was a horse with a mind that was methodical.
He could fix cars and trucks and anything mechanical.
His bookshelves were filled with lots of Haines manuals
And everyone agreed he was the brightest of animals.

But today he wasn’t thinking of engines or bearings
Or fuel pumps or wheel nuts or radiators or fairings.
Today he was feeling happy and hearty
Because today was the day of his birthday party.

A guest of honour was invited to his celebration,
To join in the fun on this joyous occasion,
He would be arriving in a well-oiled machine
That had one previous owner – a mouse called Maureen.

The tables were set and the barbecue lit
And a chair was positioned where his guest of honour would sit.
Two horses arrived and ordered drinks at the bar –
Uncle Dobbin and Jack (who knew nothing about cars).

Aunty Doris came next, followed by a donkey called Piers,
Who went straight to the bar and ordered two beers.
More horses and donkeys arrived on the scene
Before the arrival of that elegant machine.

“He’s here!” shouted Ned. “He has a lovely deportment.
He was once, I can tell you, a Member of Parliament.
He’s charming and wise and the very opposite of foul.
He the venerable, Right honourable Mr Owl!

Welcome, Mr Owl, to my birthday party
You’re looking so dapper and awfully hearty.
My friends would all like to say how do you do
While I go off and tend to the barbecue.”

The barbecue was in the barn next to some sacks of dried pasta
(Which everyone told him was inviting disaster).
Although Ned was an expert with cars and their complications
He was hopeless when it came to Health and Safety Regulations.

Owl was made welcome and the party was swinging –
A disco was blaring and there was dancing and singing.
The food was served up on plates made of steel
And everyone agreed it was a wonderful meal.

Songs were sung and strong beer was flowing
And Owl’s flat face was positively glowing.
But then Dobbin did something he should never have done –
He started to talk about Carl Gustav Jung.

Now there are four things that should never be mixed, I fear –
And they’re horses and donkeys and psychoanalysts and beer!
At parties like this, one should really avoid
Any mention of Jung or his arch-rival Freud.

Dobbin quoted something from Jung’s Symbols of Transformation
And the donkeys all looked at him with incredulation. 
“Freud was useless,” he sneered, “and his Theories of Sexuality
Alienated him from contemporary psychiatry.

A donkey was enraged by this remark. “It seems
You obviously haven’t read his Interpretation of Dreams
Freud was a genius,” he cried, looking perplexed,
“Without him we’d have no Oedipus complex!”

“Jung was much better than Freud!” Dobbin said with vexation.
“That man had a serious mother fixation!
And there was something I saw last night on cable
About a donkey who had feelings for his Great Aunty Mabel!”

“That’s it!” yelled the donkey. “Let’s dispense with this pleasantry!
Carl Gustav Jung was not the father of modern psychiatry!
You’re going to regret making that ill-informed slight,
So put up your hooves and let’s have a fight!”

The horses and donkeys all charged at each other –
Even Ned’s parents joined in and his aged grandmother.
But not one of them knew this would end up so dire
When the barbecue was knocked over and the pasta caught fire.

The pasta burned quickly and set fire to the hay
And soon the whole barn was blazing away.
The air filled with smoke in a very short time,
And Owl asked politely, “Has anyone phoned 9-9-9?”

Soon the wailing of sirens was heard from afar
And PC Bear arrived in his Panda car.
The fire engine came next and drove into the inferno
“Those firemen,” remarked Owl, “must be awfully gung-ho.”

The blaze was put out quickly by the fire engine’s crew
And PC Bear said, “That was terribly brave of you.”
“Not really,” said the fire chief. “I feel a right berk –
The engine didn’t stop because the brakes wouldn’t work!”

Even after the arrival of the emergency services
The horses and donkeys were still arguing their differences.
They were shouting and yelling at the top of their voices
About who was the best at psychoanalysis.

“Quiet!” yelled the PC. “Who caused all this bother?”
And the horses and donkeys all accused one another.
“This won’t do,” said the bear, “and I have a notion
That something serious has caused this commotion.”

Owl spoke up and said, “The cause of this clobbering
Was a simple remark made by Ned’s Uncle Dobbin.
He said something about Freud that annoyed all the donkeys
And just after that it all went a bit wonky.”

“That’s typical of donkeys,” said Bear, “they vote with their fists
Whenever the subject gets round to psychoanalysts.
As for Freud and Jung – well, I suppose they’re just fine –
But if you want my opinion – I prefer Wittgenstein.”

Dobbin snorted, “You ignorant officer –
Wittgenstein was an Austrian philosopher!
He got everything wrong when he wrote Tractatus Logico
And had to start again and have a second go!”

The fire chief stepped up and said, “I heard your conversation
And I have someone else for your consideration.
I don’t understand how Freud and Jung caused all this tussle
Because neither are better than Bertrand Russell.

Then all eyes turned to Owl, who was perched on a rock,
And Ned said, “I think only you can break this deadlock.
You are wise and noble and possess great intelligence –
Please tell us, who is the best, in your experience.”

Owl thought about this for quite a long time
As he ummed and aahhed over his lager and lime.
Then he finally spoke, his noble voice trill,
“There is only one book that will fit this bill.”

“Within its pages are emotion and philosophy,
And it also contains wisdom and psychiatry.”
“What is it?” asked Ned. “It sounds really super!”
“It’s Riders,” said Owl, “by that nice Jilly Cooper.”

Everyone gasped and nodded in reverence
At Owl’s intelligent and brilliant inference.
They were all busy memorising the name of the book
When they heard the screeching tyres of a very large truck.

“That’s him!” cried the driver. “That’s the rapscallion
Who ran over my foot outside the Red Lion!”
It was Gnu that cried out from that lumbering truck
That was loaded to capacity with his fine smelling muck.

PC Bear arrested Owl and read him his rights.
“It’s prison for you,” he said, “and for quite a few nights.”
He led him away, past the smouldering fire
And threw him into the back of the Black Mariah.

“Good riddance!” growled Gnu. “Now justice is served –
And, you know, he would have missed me if only he’d swerved.
Now that he’s cuffed and looking so pale,
Just get out of here and chuck him in jail!”

Ned watched sadly as Owl went off to prison,
And Dobbin said kindly, “You should have done your revision.
I could see he was a wrong ‘un, but it was really subliminal,
But I clocked him straight off as an inveterate criminal.”

The horses and donkeys nodded their heads
And asked Gnu to join in their celebrations instead.
Gnu grumpily turned down their polite invitation
And offended them all with a short dissertation –

“I wouldn’t stay here if I was completely unconscious,
Because you are – like this verse – really pretentious.
I’ve got better things to do than interact with your sort,
Like delivering this truck load of muck to The Court!”

He started the engine and gave the equines a look
From the cab of the vehicle that was carrying his muck.
He didn’t give a hoot that his statement was rash –
All that concerned him was getting some cash.

For Mr Gnu had a business to run,
On his truck he delivered manure by the ton.
He delivered to farms, to gardens and the like,
And when his truck wasn’t working he delivered by bike. 

The End . . . or is it?

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Creature Features Part 8



Mumbo Jumbo

Jumbo the elephant was an intelligent mammal
Who ran away from home while his owner was in hospital.
He escaped one dark night after breaking his chain
And tramped off up the street in the pouring rain.

He belonged to Gnu, but Gnu soon forgot –
Did he think of his pet? Of course he did not!
He had other things on his mind – that much was true –
Like the elegant car that ran over his shoe.

His foot was throbbing, it was painful and red,
As he lay, feeling grumpy, on the hospital bed.
He was examined, in time, by a rather large nurse
Who only spoke to him in blank verse.

“It appears like,” she said, “your ankle is broken –
I’ll get a doctor to look at it.
Meanwhile, I’ll give you something
To take the pain away.”

A female with the same injury wouldn’t complain –
But Gnu was a male, so was in twice as much pain.
This part of the story is not about Gnu’s minor injury –
It’s about Jumbo the elephant when he ran away free.

When Jumbo escaped he had no clue where to go
And he tramped up and down going to and fro,
Then an idea popped into his head and so he set forth
To visit his relatives up in the North.

He wandered through fields and meadows and dales.
Through rain and sun and sleet and gales.
In all of his travels he didn’t see anyone,
Until he met a snake called Bob, just outside Birmingham.

“Good day to you, sir,” said Bob with a smile,
“It looks like you’ve been travelling for many a mile.”
“I’ve travelled,” said Jumbo, “over river and ford,
And, to be honest, I’m awfully bored.

It was good fun at first, this travelling lark –
I’ve seen all sorts of places – including Hyde Park.
But I’m fed up with it now and my feet are quite weary –
I would never have thought that travelling would be so dreary.”

“If it’s any consolation,” said Bob, “I feel the same,
And as a result I’ve invented a brilliant game.
It’s called virtual snooker – and I’ll give you a bun
If you play it with me on its maiden run.”

“All right,” said Jumbo, “but just so I don’t look a fool
Perhaps you’d been kind enough to go through the rules.”
“They’re simple,” said Bob. “A task you must call
Before nominating your colour of ball.

For instance – if I can jump up and land on that patch of wild rocket
That scores a red in the top right hand pocket.”
“That’s easy,” replied Jumbo, “I was expecting the worst.”
“As it’s my game,” declared Bob, “I get to go first.”

Suspecting that Bob might be a confidence trickster,
Jumbo nervously agreed to go along with this fixture.
He was right to be wary, he was right to suppose,
Especially when he heard what Bob had to propose.

“Here is my task – now listen very carefully –
I’ll slide into your bottom – as you can see I’m quite slippery,
And enter your intestines and into your gut,
But that’s not where I intend to stay put.

I’ll swim up your throat and through all your gunk
Until I come out of the end of your trunk.
Then I’ll shoot out of your trunk and into that lake,
Which will earn me a well-deserved One Four Two break.

But that’s not the end of it – and here is the catch –
If I am successful in winning this match
Then you will be forever my obedient slave –
And if you agree to this challenge you are certainly brave.”

“I’ll do it!” cried Jumbo. “I have no fear –
So get yourself ready and slide into my rear.
Bob got himself set and made himself steady
“Brace yourself Jumbo – I’m just about ready!”

Bob slithered up easily into Jumbo’s back passage
And started his rather unusual voyage.
His first port of call was Jumbo’s intestine,
Which he didn’t emerge from until a quarter past nine.

His journey was taking much longer than planned
As he passed by an enormous pancreas gland.
He noticed the gall bladder – just on his left –
Then entered the stomach and had a quick rest.

After a short, but very welcome, breather
He resumed his odyssey and passed by the liver.
Then he slid quickly through the elephant’s oesophagus,
Past the salivary glands and into the epiglottis.

The next thing was a sea of nasal gunk
Before he saw light at the end of the trunk.
He smiled to himself and thought, what a lark,
But then to his horror everything went dark!

He carried on moving and ended back in the gut –
Precisely the place where he said he wouldn’t stay put.
He was dazed and confused and in a bit of a fix
As he wallowed in a belly full of runny Weetabix.

Jumbo had fooled him – he’d stuck his trunk up his bum
And he hear Bob in his gut calling out for his mum.
“You’re snookered!” cheered Jumbo, “Hip! Hip! Hooray!”
And as far as I know Bob’s still there today.

Meanwhile at the hospital Gnu’s ankle felt better –
The doctor was truly a first class bonesetter –
He wanted Gnu to stay in overnight – just in case –
But all Gnu wanted was to get out of that place.

“I’m not staying here, I’ve a business to run,
Don’t you know who I am – I’m not just anyone.
I’m Mr Gnu – I’m important, you see,
Now sign my release and let me go free.

You can’t keep me here,” Gnu said with insistence.
“I’m releasing myself on my own recognisance!”
He left his sick bed and went out to his truck
That was filled to capacity with his fine smelling muck.

He had an important delivery to make to The Court,
And Time is Money is what he greedily thought.
About Jumbo, his elephant, he did not give a jot
Did he think of him once? Of course he did not!

But Jumbo was happy in his newly found life.
He had no worries or cares or trouble or strife.
His internal organs were sparkling and gleaming,
As Bob gave them each a twice-daily cleaning!

Next week: Argy Bargy at the Barbie