A collective
A string of racehorses
was set to join forces
with a coiled spring of teal
and a rookery of seals.
It's a yolk, said the oxen,
sulked, skulked with the foxes
but the black cloud of gnats
and the glaring of cats
at the dolphin's new school
said, bullocks you fools,
whilst a deaf herd of cattle
prepared to do battle
with a caterpillar army.
Puddled, said the duck,
who did not give a
flying invective
for a duck's subjective collective.
Hobbo's Poems 
wowsers! Wordplay extraordinaire!! A craftily penned raft of fun puns! 🙂
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Thank you Worms. 🙂
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This is just wonderfully witty and fun.
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Thank you Misky! 😊
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Ha! Just the implied expletive I needed this evening.
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😂 Hehe!
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