(This plays off The Queen of Hearts nursery rhyme.)

The Diamond King
He made something
All on a winter’s morn;
It bucked and roared,
It wanted more
But remained forlorn.
The Queen of Hearts
Knew just the part
That the great beast lacked.
She sent her knaves
To one who saves
Himself for such an act.

The jester came
To play the game
With the hand he held,
He gave a bow
And then a vow
To serve his masters well.
The suited joke
Quite quickly choked
On his chosen art.
The beast did not,
It catlike caught
And ate him like a tart.

You can’t catch a kite,
You’ve got it or it’s gone.
But you can follow,
You can go up, after and on.
You can find another kite
Or join the “lost” one in its flight.
The last option is forget,
But I think these wings will fit.

Also read about Birds, Snails, Owls, Bees, Foxes, Vultures, Ponies and Berries.

Tenturun
It’s not a bear, are you out of your mind? Certainly not a cat! Never let one hear you compare them to either. No greater insult.

Vivverm
The bushiest tail you’ve ever seen. You will squeeze it. You will get bit. It will be worth it.

Outle
The handsomest whiskers you’ve ever seen. You will stroke them. You will get wrecked. It will not be worth it, nothing would! Control yourself.

Skade
A fine climber able to scale smoke or nothing but a stiff breeze. Sometimes climbs to the moon at night to nibble its fruits or give moon a push if lagging.

Amshtackle
Fierce and lazy is a tough combination. Bribe with figs to learn its secrets. Enjoy a couple figs yourself, good with goat cheese and honey. We’re not so different.

Ryeback
Fluffy ginger cupcake paws leaving pancake paw prints. Sturdy golden baguette legs. Raspberry chocolate macaron ears. Croissant cheeks. Molasses eyes to drink you in. Is this a bakery? Why do you keep bringing up food?

Wundop
The only animal with a tail to make monkeys jealous. It could be otherwise limbless and still climb with ease. Some believe it’s not their natural tail but one they build for themselves. But how? Perhaps you would lead this study?

Laboo
If you do ever encounter this beast it will be both the greatest and worst fortune of your life. You will know a love unmatched by anything else. And you will never know it again. Plus it smells like popcorn.

Falling rain finds far few friends
As it dumbles down,
So I think I’ll meet the winds
That blow to my dry ground,
Splash with it to the earth,
Get soaked up by the trees,
Picked back up by sun to birth
A new cloud on the breeze.
Then I’ll drumble down as well
To see who answers thunder’s bell.

Some seem to see the singing sea
And only ever wish to float,
I cannot hide I’d rather ride
The anchor than the boat.

A bear need know a fox.
A cat won’t do,
An ox is too much ox,
A fish too food,
Dog too much a bear,
Beaver’s always busy,
Mice are far too scared,
Owl a bit too quizzy,
Toad will never listen,
Snake lives in its fang,
Bee’s about its mission,
Wolf won’t leave the gang.

A fox is different from a bear
In all the right ways.
It would also be quite fair
To come right out and say
A fox must know a bear.

What a relief that so little matters,
Next to nothing, it seems.
It takes all the weight off this chitter chatter
And its screamingly unseemly schemes.
So I say I’ll hear out the Hatter
So long as he stays mad.
For maybe he’s found a way through the clatter
By way of his poppish pitter and patter,
Might be he found a mad way to shatter
The things he thinks to be madder.

Care for your assumptions
For they’ll take care of you.
If you’re happy being wrong,
Assumptions nicely do.

I lie about school.
I lie about friends.
I lie about my pool
And many odds and ends.

I lie about it all
And people ask me why.
It’s my one downfall,
There are so many ways to lie.

But this is how I’m wired,
I’m always honest
Just very tired.

Not a creature but a thing,
Some odd not yet dead thing
(Though likely soon to die)
That may have never known a spring,
Living autumns, working winters
In all sorts of casts and slings,
A thing of breaks and splinters,

Thrashed and splattered
Smashed and scattered
Trashed and shattered
Bashed and battered

Some things don’t get used.
This thing has no such blues.
Why’s it tattered?
Because it mattered.