Marlene the Ostrich
Marlene the Ostrich lived amongst the grasses of the Savanna.
On her head she always wore her hot pink bandana.
Her nest was big and full of nice things.
Her pink Boa moved with the wind as if it had wings.
When she passed by the watering hole,
the other animals wanted to console.
“Would you like to stay and chat with us Marlene?”
“Oh, no, not you.” She replied; rather quite mean.
“I could never be seen amongst your dry feathers and cracked beaks.”
And as she strolled by them she muttered, “You reek.”
But where would she go?
With the bison? Oh no.
They are too boisterous and dirty
and, she cannot be seen with groups larger than thirty.
The smaller birds of the plain
also invited Marlene to chat that day,
but with a shake of her head,
“Not you either,” she said.
As Marlene bent down to take a drink
she muttered, “I don’t know what they think,
I don’t want to chat with any of you,
not even that tiny shrew.”
None of the animals heard what she said that day,
well, it’s not like Marlene would care anyway.
She strutted back to her nest,
head held high, because she is the best.
Marlene sat in her nest that day,
admiring all the things she had collected away.
Fifty years worth of shells, pretty stones,
leaves, strange sticks, and even a few bones.
Marlene said with a grin,
“My life’s work has paid off- I win!”
Marlene received a note the next day,
asking her to join a talk show in Palay.
She accepted the offer and made the trek
all the way to Palay quicker than you could say, “Peck.”
She got there and saw the show was called
‘You are a Bourgeois’. Marlene was appalled.
She didn’t know if this was an insult or a quiet plea
from the world that thought she was better than thee.
The alligator interviewing her was a nice evergreen.
His name was Nick, and he appeared to fancy Marlene.
“Tell us why you’re here and what makes you part of the Bourgeoisie”
the live audience was not ready for what they were about to see.
Marlene giggled and replied very quick.
“We all know the answer to this question Nick,
my things of course!”
Her answer seemed somewhat forced.
“Where have these things got you in life?
Have you experienced great grief or strife?”
Marlene giggled once more kind of soft,
‘What stupid questions’ she thought.
Marlene blinked twice and as her feet gave a patter
she replied, “My things are the only things that matter.
I spent a lifetime collecting, polishing, and more
for it is my things that I truly adore.”
“What do your friends and family think of your things, dear Marlene,”
The look in her eyes was rather obscene.
Shock was written across her face,
as she answered she started to pace.
“Friends, what friends? I wouldn’t be caught dead with any of those larks.
Stay and chat with those.. them!? I would rather be in a pool of sharks.
As a chick, I was made fun of a ton.
as for family, I’ve really got none.”
She sat glum and feeling the blues,
as she realized this saddening news.
She was sad and forever alone.
Or was she? After all, she had her pretty stones.