Killing It

poem by: Jim Kilduff
Written on Nov 03, 2017

Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker 
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious 
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet 
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed 
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!


Tags: Happy, Humor, Rhyme, Riddle,

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Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Nov 03, 2017 at 10:10am
A real Killer of a poem.....nice one Jim...
Christopher Russon commented on Nov 03, 2017 at 1:13pm
I like your style of rhyming.very good poem.
Jay Shades commented on Nov 06, 2017 at 8:09am
I liked the rhythm the poem had I could imagine myself saying that in a music track. Classy bars keep it up.


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