I was taking a walk in fair Cyrene
All my fears were at bay, and nowhere to be seen
So I took to some sitting on on a nice peaceful bench
When a rhino charged in, to my peace from me wrench

It was wild and it startled me, would it attack?
Would it leave peacefully? Would it come back?
With a cool calm collection I continued to sit
And to hope with these boisterous antics he'd quit!

Well it charged off with fury, I uttered a "whew!"
I hope it won't come back, my peace to unglue
But as I re-opened my journal to work
Here comes back this rhino, and this guy's bezerk!

With a look of pure menace, he enters the room
My peace does retreat, then in comes my doom
He hates me, I know it! He's crazy with rage!
I fear for my life and the havoc he'll wage

I'm petrified with terror, when the clocktower chimes
I've been there just an hour, but he's been back fourteen times!
Mayhaps the bench I sat on was the turf he once had claimed
Me thinks I should be going, and me hopes I won't be maimed!

With no peace to be found there, just boring old fear
I stand and start walking, to find a cold beer
Remembering a letter I've been meaning to send
I head off for the post office that's just around the bend

I duck-in, feeling sure that I'll be safe from that beast
A post office is sacred, rhino's don't come -here- at least!
I request a blank letter, and I feel relief at last
But then he charged in snorting, gosh he'd found me pretty fast!

With a sigh I ignore him, just hoping that he'll leave
That he thread-not the fabric of my day with rhino weave
But stay he does, with me in there, for no reason at all
to drink his hate of poets which he surely heeds the call

But I'm quite quick with ideas, so I contact the stable
"Can you handle rhinos? Is your gate real strong and able?"
But I'm fully turned down cold, for the fear he'll hurt the horses
So I message up my lawyer, (he's been good with my divorces)

But he says that my best bet is to accepteth no proposal
So I head for yonder hills and put that chance to its disposal
As I leave the Cyrene gates, I throw gold up and wish
that roasted rhino steak replace that weird feelawful dish!



Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 582 AF.