Well, today is Shakespeare’s birthday and possibly also the day he died, give or take fifty years, and in honor of the Bard of Avon, I am offering this poem written for Mike Allegra over at heylookawriterfellow for kindly drawing this picture for me. Some of the words even rhyme. And because this day also marks the beginning of Write a Love Poem Fortnight, it is a love story. As one of my sister’s exes used to say, “It’s spring. Love is in the air. If you’re not in love, you’re not breathing hard enough.”
Rudy the rhino was cycling to Judy’s house,
Planning to ask her out for a meal.
Rudy was psyched. He would wine her and dine her!
But all of a sudden he heard his wheels grind.
(Now before we go on, we should point out that Rudy
Was kind, eco-conscious, aware of his duty
To avoid fossil fuels: hence the red trike.)
But for all of his virtues, our friend is a rhino,
A big, heavy fellow. His trike was quite small
And all the wheels bent, both before and behind.
As he pulled into the tricycle shop and he stopped,
The squeal of the metal brought out Bertie Bunny.
“Oh, Bertie!” said Rudy. “Money’s no object!
Please fix my trike. I am late for my date!”
Bertie, laconic mechanic, wiped oil off
His paws with a rag as he paused to consider
The mangled Turbo Triangle detritus.
He sighed, “This will take me at least until Tuesday.”
Said Rudy, “Oh no! But my need is quite dire!”
Bertie pulled out his pliers and wires and a hammer
(His canvas workbag was really quite full)
And finally a skateboard with very thick wheels.
“Rudy,” said Bertie. “I hear you, my fine rhino.
But cry no more or your horn will turn red.
I’ll give you a loaner, my great lovelorn fellow.”
So Rudy skated off to his date with dear Judy
A little bit differently than what he’d planned.
And Bertie the bunny just sighed, “That was funny.
But I’m glad to do my small part. Ain’t love grand?”
Illustration by Mike Allegra.
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