llamas and poems and rhymes, oh my!

[gloraelin]

[Unknown site tag]bob_wonderllama gets a special honorary inspirational (aka, he's where I got the idea) spot in the poem I wrote for class today, because it's his birthday.  Happy birthday, friend.

Outside in the rain sits my friend the llama.
I bring him inside, for rain makes him sticky.
now he models for a toy I make of ceramic,
a toy I mean to give away.
The clay yields under my instrument
while he sings, raising his wonderful voice.

A cold he got from the rain ruins his voice,
making me cry for my friend, the llama.
Now he proves  anything can be an instrument -
spoons on a table, glasses of water, sticky
tape strummed over and over.  Far and away
his music takes me, as I work with toys of ceramic.

Proudly, I show him my cute ceramic
toy, for in his singing, his voice
has become a part of it.  "Give it away?"
The thought makes me sad, I wish for the llama
to be with me forever - even if he's sticky.
But... I sell it and buy a gift for him - an instrument,

a drum, for they, I recall, are his instrument
of choice, much as what I make out of ceramic
are my favorites.  And even though his fur is sticky,
I hug him for the gift he gave through his voice.
He has to leave now, my friend the llama,
and so I cry as he heads out the door and away.

The sticky tears rain down, causing cracks in my voice,
for he left his instrument and took a ceramic
toy, the llama I made, and bore it away.[Unknown site tag]