Well I seem to have found <br />a treasure of nouns, with a flavour <br />of more than a few. <br />There’s a herd and a flock <br />and an army or pride. <br />Well those I’m sure you all know, <br />but I did find some others <br />and here are a few <br />with a unique way of describing the many. <br />A rumba of rattlesnakes <br />to lead you an unmerry dance. <br />And a crash of rhinoceri, well, <br />I’d hate to be right in their path. <br />A mob of Emus, <br />with a distinctly Australian stance. <br />A zeal of zebras, which if over the top, <br />would leave you as cross <br />as a pod of pelicans crossing. <br />And some more investigation <br />leads to us finding <br />a sleuth in a number of bears. <br />Well there’s a flange of baboons <br />I’m hoping you don’t find that rude, <br />and heavens above! <br />there goes an ascension of larks. <br />I hope you’re not tired of my little jibe, <br />but if you are peeved <br />I can only suggest <br />you chastise me <br />with a smack of Jellyfish.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/collectively-speaking/
