Llamas-a poem

Llamas - by Aryan Mukherjee

I am here to tell you, the story of a llama, 

a tale so mighty, as to put you in a trauma. 

And by the end of this magnificent legend, 

you will lean on your seat to the edge and...

There was a llama, amongst his herd, 

grazing along, while unloading turds. 

When all of a sudden, he heard a noise, 

and jerked his head up, to see in a poise. 

A camouflaged batch, of youthful hunters, 

pointing their guns, with the aim of a punter. 

Before he could act, their were ear-splitting shots, 

and a web of nets, hitting right on spot. 

With faces full of terror, and a strangled bray, 

they were carried to a castle, hauled away.

The hapless batch, was lugged into jail, 

handcuffed and all, faces pale. 

A well- knit man sauntered into the containment, 

and he wasn't here, at all for entertainment. 

He was infact the emperor, and accused the llamas, 

of eating his crops, and causing much drama. 

The llamas argued, that they were innocent, 

and their nemesies cows, were the reason for this dent.

The emperor was headstrong, and boomed in ire, 

"You all shall burn, in a terrible fire". 

Searching in fright, the llama looked for a plan, 

then gazed upon the bucket where, a white, glossy powder was scanned. 

"There's flint in here" the llama opined, 

and when the others gasped, he winked that it's fine.

With a sneer, the moronic emperor, bent down for a look, 

and the llama cleverly snatched, the handcuff keys from his belt hook.

Behind his back, the llama unlocked the cuffs, 

and grew dimples as the daft emperor, failed to call his bluff. 

He(the emperor) unfurled a lighter, and lit the baking soda, 

scuttering out the door, slow as Yoda. 

As science has it, the baking soda turned black, 

into a snake-like platform, until it crumbled like a snack. 

Utilizing the key, the llama unlocked his buddies, 

who were stupefied like a slacker, who did well in studies.

"No time for questions," the llama pronounced, 

"As the guards might be ready, at any time to pounce". 

A gleam in his eyes, a spark of hope, 

he peered at the window sill, a plan quite dope. 

At his command, the llamas broke out, 

and breached security, with a fatal knock-out. 

So at last, they climbed, and scaled and conquered, 

with a grin to think, that the emperor's going bonkers. 

However so, they still had one more task, 

to capture the fraud, in a llama's mask.

They waited untill dawn, then crouched prior to a bush, 

and spied the crops, in which took place, the ambush. 

At last they caught, the fiendish crooks, 

and caught on tape, the cows' bad looks. 

"I knew it!" the llama exclaimed,

"Our kind, has been framed!" 

And so the hero, delivered the tape, 

to the emperor's inbox, in decent shape. 

At last, the emperor, checked his recent mail, 

and pardoned the llamas, the cow's era curtailed.

Thus is the tale, of this homeric llama, 

who rescued his herd, the name being 'Rama'.

What? You've never heard of him!!