NEVER LOSE YOUR HEAD

"Ok...to go?"
roared the headless tiger.

"Eh...roger that!"
the headless elk nodded.

Now in their headless-ness
they took to telepathy.

Anything is possible if
you put your mind to it.

The legless elephant
brought up the rear.

It said nothing.
It couldn't get the hang of telepathy.

Suddenly the big house loomed up
all lit up like a Christmas tree.

It was the eve
of Christmas Eve.

The humans
were having a ball.

Fat old foogies
lolling about

large brandy glasses
cupped in hand

drunk as skunks
although that's unfair

to skunks
they never touch the stuff.

Still bragging about exploits
out in In-deee-ahhh.

Pointing with a nonchalant
large cigar - the very finest.
.
"Bagged that blighter in
blah blah blah....wot!

A tiger snarls
in silence.

A rich man's trophy
upon  a rose coloured wall.

A lion growls
enraged to be

merely a head
and nothing more.

An elk appears as if
it had ****** its head through

the snooker room wall and
had somehow got stuck.

Its antlers grazing
the chandeliers.

Now the army of the headless
smash through the French windows.

Brandy glasses and half smoked cigars
fall from palsied hands.

Old buffers dying
where they shat...sat.

"Egad...I say...wot!"
the last words uttered.

The big game
tore their heads from the wall.

******* them back on
"Ahhhh that's...better!"

"Eh elk dear chap...I appear
to have your head...swop?"

So they exchanged smiles
and heads.

The legless elephant
threw umbrellas here..there.

Glad to get back
on its feet again.

"What **..!" roared tiger
throwing aside the telepathy.

"Anyone for a game of pool?"
"Me...me!" trumpeted the elephant.