Tis about that time of the week - this is for all those bewildered beasts out there
A Poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Wildebeest to Waterstones
Don't bring your wildebeest to waterstones
no excuses, don't tell me you thought her at home,
even smoothing her coat with a much tauter comb
still won't make her, for that place, presentable
.
Yes posh book shops are no place for your antelope
She'd hoove through the humour books, you're no man to cope
with an angry migrator browsing travel, can't hope
for her to settle down, she's just not contentable
.
when she'd find there's no pasture in the gardening section
she'd herd with the readers, there'd be such invection
from staff, for bad gnus* there's no affection
in that place, oh twould be most lamentable
.
So try and get your Wildebeest to distinguish
between serengeti plains and this temple of English
tell her it's against your most pressing wish
No Waterstones for your Wildebeest today
*thanks/ blame to Titus for this pun
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