I am the God of Hedgehogs
It’s a living, though quite small
Yet still within my mood swings
Hedgehogdoms rise or fall
The spikey skin was my idea
a nose man did the snout
its colour scheme, traditional
as were the ‘in’ and ‘out’
Mobility I did myself
likewise the feet or paws
The tail, a small sad victim
of the overspend on jaws
I think we got the balance wrong
between temerity and pluck
so the roll-into-a-ball response
was quite a stroke of luck
The size and weight? A safety net
I mean, how happy would you be
at a Hedgehog the was eight feet six
made by a larger God than me.
The brain we used an old one
I got it cheap some Garage Sale?
one previous owner, hardly used
from some guy called Dan Quayle
The eyesight was a bugger
I just couldn’t get it right
So I boosted up the sense of smell
And said don’t go out at night
But all-in-all it ain’t that bad
It came out better than the Bat
and let’s not talk about the Platypus
The Guys STILL rib me over that
Bill Mitton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-god-of-hedgehogs/
