Pandas short poem


What’s so wonderful about Pandas,
why do people stand and stare
At what after all is only,
a black and white veggie bear

A mysterious thing is a Panda
of which knowledge is vague and grey
but we do know because of its diet,
It shits, forty times, “every day”

Curious crowds are wide-eyed,
at their cuddlyness, “all agog”
not deliberately shy and elusive,
spend most of their time on the bog

If the Worlds population were Pandas
living on bamboo grass
and man the endangered specie
would it ever come to pass

I imagine myself loaned to China,
on the first of many trips
would Pandas turn up in their thousands
to watch ME, eat egg and chips.

A cry on behalf of all animals,
highlighting the disrespect
toward elephants spiders and warthogs
from whales to the smallest insect
this bias in favour of Pandas
is politically incorrect

Agreeing with the protest
will be creatures of the night
the public wouldn’t love them so much
if they didn’t have patches of white.

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