A & A

Armadillos and Aardvarks

A Pleasant Tale to Tell About any A & A

By Izzy Ess of Happiness

An armadillo met an aardvark going

To the fair.  “Methinks I’ve met a soul-

Mate, eh?” declared the armadillo.  “Eff

Off!” had the aardvark said.  “I have an aardvark

Waiting at the gate for me.  She’s gorgeous

And inviting and she looks a lot

Like me.”  The armadillo took a fighting

Stance in front of him and menaced him

With tail so rigid and upheld that he

Became a target for a hawk which circled

Overhead.  The aardvark quickly warned

The armadillo, who saw danger, instantly.

The hawk was baffled by the merging

Of the armadillo with the aardvark,

So he soared away.  “Why, thank you, aardvark,

You’re a good Samaritan!”  “Oh, no,

My fellow traveler.  I’m from Tunisia,”

Declared the aardvark, coyly and

Suggestively.  So, paw-in-paw, the fellows

Went to meet the waiting female aardvark

And they met a female armadillo.

Four of them enjoyed the fair and later

Made a plan to meet again that evening

At the armadillo’s domicile.

They ate and drank and danced and pranced and laughed

And went to bed to sleep, without a trace

Of guilt.  They pressed themselves together so

As to conserve their body heat.  There was

Some intercourse but mainly social stuff.

I've written this so far, but that’s enough.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

August 3, 2013