The Primeval Party Animal Indigenous to North America
From some obscure, probably prehistoric, evolutionary turns
our curious creature, its reputation earns.
Note the particular anatomical anomaly of relevance:
one end’s a jackass, the other, an elephant’s.
Its wondrous wings are often in a flap, though never in flight;
for it’s a flap on the left, then a flap on the right.
Doubtless would she soar, but for that double ended condition;
and, of course, a very similar disposition.
Conspicuously carnivorous of porcine provender à la barrel;
modestly though, ‘neath the patriotic apparel.
Often are laid eggs of golden promises, platitudes, and hype;
from which nothing good ever comes – you know the type.
Cute little ‘boondoggles’ then, when they hatch;
but come April, they make us all to scratch.
Why then, of our beast, boast we so; are we out of our mind?
For all its faults, who hasn’t those, it is one of a kind.
So we natives, naturally, are proud as we can be.
Only problem is, all that pork ain’t free.
Bill Kitchens 2017