Mr Wazatango’s Zoo

Poem about going to a fantasy zoo.

Gates open at twelve past ten
Exuberant Children swim through
Sleepy Adults pitter patter

Manta Ray tour guides
Adorned in turtle pajamas
Try out new shell attire

First stop, Huckleberry Stream
Stripped monkeys splash about
Tabby cats dive deep for tomatoes

Second stop, Peabody Jungle
Pink polar bears chatter a storm
Skinny lions shine their horns
Blue caterpillars fly above

Third stop, Artic Mountains
Orange bats growl in droves
Booted gazelles ready to race
Furry elephants play hopscotch

Final stop, Ms Balory’s Gelato Bistro
Lines long and agitated, flavors plenty
Ginger carrot, blueberry lettuce,
Peach celery, Nutmeg Broccoli

Bubbles escape flower pedals
Grass blades rush patrons out
One last round to feed the lot
Twelve past four gates mark close.