“Did I ever tell you how I shot a wild elephant in my pyjamas? How he got into my pyjamas I'll never know.” ~ Groucho Marx
My pyjamas have prints of pink llamas
And a sky-blue gnu on the back,
Sleeves woven with mauve iguanas
And farmers in leopard-skin hats.
They have frills made from quills of a puffin
And buttons of crocodile teeth,
On the front green hyenas are laughing
At the ostrich who’s stitched underneath.
They’ve been sewn with the hair of a roan boar
Plucked from the duct of its nose,
By the claw of a condor when he saw
It bend to attend to its toes.
The collar’s designed by a scholar,
It displays an array of fine birds;
They swoop and they whoop and they holler
In boldly emblazoned gold words.
You sure can’t ignore my pyjamas,
They outrageously steal centre stage,
They’re as wild as piranhas and smell of bananas –
Some are shocked they’re not locked in a cage!
Loved this! I'm still smiling. The rhythm and rhyme flow so effortlessly. This is one of those poems I could read again and again. TS