The revenge of the Black Llama


Once upon a Wednesday dreary

back when women were scarce… and sheep still quite leery

There rode into town, riding a black old Llama, a wandering Berber

whose name was Mustafa

The Llama looked tired, his eyes were all glazey

The Berber was a tad hefty and pretty damn lazy.

He dug in his spurs, as he hit the poor Llama, he was somewhat foul tempered

and was craving a shawarma

‘You damn miserable cur I should have gotten a camel’ raged the Berber as he dismounted and then booted the mammal

He tied the sullen beast outside to a post

and then stalked off into town to go find some toast


It was the straw that broke the Llamas back.

He was angry now. And that was that.

There is nothing quite as scary I can tell you right now

As what that Llama did to Mustafa in the middle of downtown


Mustafa came back feeling content… and quite fat

He didn’t even notice the Llama was angry, until it spat…

but it didn’t end there for that was not his fate

for years of abuse had filled the Llama with hate

it bit him, and knee’d him and trampled his ribs

and alas to this day Mustafa will never have kids


So if its not quite clear to our dear readers as yet…

Please treat your Llama with the utmost respect



(I’m getting sleepy so I might edit this in the morning)

Poem two in my Ode to the Llama series.

Find the first one, here

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