Welcome back to the odd and whimsical poetery of the Peeps related to holidaze! Let’s investigate what today is, because we need all the holidaze we can celebrate, right?
Lately, every day seems to be many holidays! Which is good, because we all have our favorites. So I will pick out one or two, and you can click the link above if you’re curious about the rest. This is an Open Thread, so please feel free to add your favorite pomes and photoes and holidaze for today in the Comments!
Today is National Badger Day!
Our beloved National Badger Day is an opportunity for everyone to learn about badgers, take part in badger-related activities and even pretend they're a badger by digging holes in their neighbour's lawn. But sadly not everyone is able to take full advantage of the day because most people have to go to work and only jobless people, like Jobson Jobsworth, are free all day to celebrate it.
Badgers!
by Gareth Taylor
(Chosen for Freddie — emphasis mine!)
Happy days are here again!
Time for Badgers armed with pen
To march toward the shores of Night,
Not fearing all the Evil Ducks
That hide beside the road in trucks.
For Badgers hold a secret Light -
Fluorescent peanuts they have brought
(A Belgian brand, and widely sought).
And should an Evil Duck stray by,
Beware! For Badgers, quick to think,
Will swiftly arm themselves with ink
And poke a biro in its eye.
[Editor’s Note: Do not try this at home! I believe this is a poetic reference to writing unpleasant things about the ducks. See below.]
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And so, with time, and no small luck,
They conquered hunger, fear and Duck,
And came unto the edge of Night.
In awe, they held their pens and breath.
Some cowards wrote themselves to death,
But Badgers are not very bright.
When truth Dawned, some began to weep,
Though many simply fell asleep.
The morning saw the rising Sun,
And so our Badgers end their quest.
So, well-deserved, they now can rest,
And eat their peanuts, one by one.
[I could not find bio info on this poet. Maybe he’ll join us and let us know if he has any books for us to peruse. But about this poem he said: “I like this one. I tend to think of most of my poems as just collections of words, but this one I am proud of. Although, to be fair, with Ducks and Badgers battling in the same verse, it probably couldn't go wrong.”]
