The lavatory in question was a long drop down in the back yard and the goats were feral and came from StanthorpeMIX AND MATCH
Here was a man of fastidious dress but poor hygiene alas was his downfall.
He was sitting at ease on the lavatory seat and the sight before him did enthral.
He was watching the fox that had just given birth to a cat – sexual alchemy,
when this thought crossed his mind. How did nature define what species could mix sexually?
Truth was stranger than fiction or so he believed, often truth seemed to tease, tantalize.
But right there on the floor was the truth and he saw and he queried. Questions did arise.
That it was a miracle greater he thought than the parting of the Red Sea
he would as a debater raise with friends later. He doubted colleagues would agree.
The Mother was a fox and the cubs they were cats. He wondered who the father could be,
was it that ginger Tom or the alley cat Ron? They were ring- ins indeed you could see.
‘Cross the world interbreeding was slowly proceeding in, more than one species he knew.
Lions mated with Tigers. Goats cross bred with sheep and beef cattle liked Buffalo too.
Purple tulips are gorgeous but some folks want black – so they constantly search for their dream
and bred some so dark – Black Diamond near the mark – but a true black has not yet been seen.
And why are we changing? Constantly rearranging the wonders the Mother has shared
It’s even been said, Grizzlies now have bred with the Polar – to make Grolar bears.
Seems that life is a tease to this gentleman – he of fastidious dress but bad habits
and no doubt he ponders and chases his thoughts round and round like a pen full of rabbits.
Like a rat up a drainpipe lickety -spit , he’ll forget them lest he writes them down really quick.
Like smoke up a chimney they disappear quick and are gone like a conjuring trick.
Maureen Clifford © 09/11