The Giraffe who never gave up!

By Izzy

The Giraffe who never gave up!

One day there lived a Giraffe,

He couldn’t run which made ev’ryone laugh,

He frolocked and lolloped all over the place,

and wherever he sat there was always space.

Yes, all around the seats were empty,

“Come sit next to me monkey,spaces are plenty,”

But Monkey walked past and blanked him from view,

“I’m a different animal through and through,

I can’t do the same things as they can,

the only thing I can do is use my neck as a fan,

how many people are mean to me, how many try?”

And with that Giraffe walked home and started to cry.

“Oh Mama , Oh Mama what shall I do,

I can not run like Daddy or you,

You can run at seventy miles an hour,

Your legs are strong and full of power,

My legs are long and gangly and thin,

I’m so useless I might as well live in a bin.”

“Everyone has a different talent to show,

Yours might be one you don’t even know,”

“Oh Mama ,oh Mama would could it be?

Maybe my talents counting up in three,

Or maybe it’s making a nice, tasty salad,

Or singing a song , even a ballad,

Or is it dancing or twirling around,

But when I run I head for the ground,

I’d probably trip over my long spotty tail.

In a race I’d be beaten by a snail.

Not because I’m slow as a slimy slug,

I’m just clumsy like an upside down bug,

But when I run I head for the floor,

Or maybe my talent is giving friends a helping paw.”

When Giraffe was pouring a nice milky brew,

Mama said “this could be a talent for you,

A beautiful cup” said Mama with glee,

“maybe this could be a talent for me!”

But one day when Giraffe was pouring some tea,

He made a mistake “oh silly me,

What shall I do , oh what shall I do,

I do not have a talent like you ,

I can only reach the nice succulent leaves,

But everyone can reach the tops of the trees,”

Then an idea hit him,

like he’d been pricked by a pin,

my amazing talent is not pouring tea,

my amazing talent is poetry!

So Giraffe has found his amazing gift,

And now he tells stories and let’s mind drift,

And he recites poems by the moon light,

(but he still hasn’t learned to run upright,)

All of his stories are loved by the pups,

Giraffe’s story’s great because he never gave up!