Welcome to Beastly Tales. Each has a message, a moral. All are meant to have an element of humour. Naturally, any names included do not depict real folk but are included as part of the joke.
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(As with Beastly Banter Beastly Tales is written and illustrated by Richard Hersel.)
Thank you for your following.
No offence, but you’re an ugly bugger with all the charm of a septic tank!
One day, for those home truths, me, you will thank!
“We loiks a man wot speaks ‘is mind.”
“Wot calls a derriere, a bleedin’ behind!”
Gunsted Dropkick was the chap in question,
The appearance of him could cause indigestion,
Gawky and bald, with enormous buck teeth,
Bad skin, with breakouts, on top, underneath!
As can be the case of those not physically well endowed,
His lack of personality made him stand out in a crowd!
To be with him, invigorating, no less.
As with rich repartee, he did well bless.
No, not Gunsted Dropkick, no, not at all,
Erudition, to him, did sadly not fall.
But Aston Umbrage was a vain creature,
Consumed with vanity, no redeeming feature.
He already had a regular lover,
His narcissistic feeling in which he would smother.
He met his lover when into the mirror he was looking
Thinking of a self-serving plot, he was cooking.
We know there are no ifs or buts,
Each, in his own way, a misery guts.