JACQUARD TWILL and the ANIMUDDLES

Jacquard Twill was bored inside his home on Tumult Hill,

When he chanced upon a quite delightful sight,

A strangely costumed creature, one he’d never seen before,

Was scurrying from his luminous night-light.

It made sure no one was watching, it looked left and it looked right,

But it didn’t see the cunning Jacquard Twill,

Whose pyjamas matched the awning, and the curtains in his bedroom,

And who lay camouflaged against the windowsill.

The beast was larger than a rodent, though smaller than a dog,

And its hide appeared to be composed of flannel,

Then it stole up to a bookcase, removed a single book,

That in turn revealed a hidden panel.

Then the panel revealed a door, a door through which the animal entered,

Jacquard’s interest was now acutely piqued,

So he rose and followed swiftly, to the bookshelf and the panel,

And through that door which led out to the street.

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