Well I seem to have found
a treasure of nouns, with a flavour
of more than a few.
There’s a herd and a flock
and an army or pride.
Well those I’m sure you all know,
but I did find some others
and here are a few
with a unique way of describing the many.
A rumba of rattlesnakes
to lead you an unmerry dance.
And a crash of rhinoceri, well,
I’d hate to be right in their path.
A mob of Emus,
with a distinctly Australian stance.
A zeal of zebras, which if over the top,
would leave you as cross
as a pod of pelicans crossing.
And some more investigation
leads to us finding
a sleuth in a number of bears.
Well there’s a flange of baboons
I’m hoping you don’t find that rude,
and heavens above!
there goes an ascension of larks.
I hope you’re not tired of my little jibe,
but if you are peeved
I can only suggest
you chastise me
with a smack of Jellyfish.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/collectively-speaking/
