The llama not eaten (yet), by T1

This is another of Twin 1’s poems for his English anthology assignment, again on the llama theme.  It was inspired by Henry Hogge’s The Pig Poets, one of my favourite books of poetry, and comes with apologies to Frost – although as Frost originally intended The Road Not Taken to be humorous, perhaps he wouldn’t mind too much:

Two llamas diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not eat them both
In a single sitting, long I stood
Then chased one llama as far as I could
To where it fell in the undergrowth;

T1’s Llama ha’sonnet

My twins are doing poetry in English at the moment, and they have to put together an anthology of their own poems, as well as analysing some poems.  This is a ha’sonnet Twin 1 (T1) wrote about our neighbour’s llamas, Devil (black) and Ghost (white), shown here lurking by moonlight:

Two llamas lurk
one dark, one light,
but both berserk,
gave mum a fright.
With stick-man legs
and big tall heads,
they make me laugh.

 

If I must deal with shit…

Wreathed in the stench of
insincere mission, vision,
and values statements,
the hypocrisy
of auctioned off integrity,
the arrogant self-aggrandisement,
of impact and influence,
that nurtures nothing,
not even self-worth,
I day-dream of…

Llama drinking

Bending to the water,
two graceful curves meet.

a belligerence of llamas

A belligerence of llamas blocks the road.

They are at once ridiculous and intimidating: