Giraffe Feeding

I fed a giraffe at the zoo today.

He must have enjoyed what he ate!

He followed me back to my house right away,

Then sat at the table to wait.

I got him a napkin, a placemat, a plate,

A cushion for under his rear,

I cleared out some space so his neck could stay straight,

And took down our big chandelier.

And then I kicked all of my skills into gear,

And made stacks of pancakes so high

That a regular person could eat for a year

And the stack still might stretch to the sky!

The giraffe licked his lips, gave a grin oh-so-sly,

Then he opened his mouth in delight.

Not a moment or three had the chance to go by,

And the pancakes were gone in one bite!

The giraffe gave a burp of magnificent might,

Then he banged on the table for more.

I made them, he ate them—we did this all night!

I wish I could show him the door!

So now here I am at the grocery store

To buy maple syrup—oh heck!

Who knew giraffe feeding would be such a chore!

It’s really becoming a wreck!

Next time at the zoo, I had best double-check

Before I go feeding some mammal.

’Cause feeding giraffes is a pain in the neck!

I’m better off riding the camel!