My Uncle Ali’s Ankles
Copyright (©) Colin West 2026
O, my Uncle Ali’s ankles
Strapped in sandals drum up dramas,
As he tramples through the pampas
In his polka dot pyjamas,
For he prances as he dances
To Brazil from the Bahamas,
Prompting disapproving glances
From the local llama farmers.
Now, unless my Uncle Ali
Soon abandons his old sandals,
It still rankles that his ankles
Will continue causing scandals.
From the Indies to the Andes
He admires the panoramas,
As he gambols through the brambles
And alarms the farmers’ llamas.
Strapped in sandals drum up dramas,
As he tramples through the pampas
In his polka dot pyjamas,
For he prances as he dances
To Brazil from the Bahamas,
Prompting disapproving glances
From the local llama farmers.
Now, unless my Uncle Ali
Soon abandons his old sandals,
It still rankles that his ankles
Will continue causing scandals.
From the Indies to the Andes
He admires the panoramas,
As he gambols through the brambles
And alarms the farmers’ llamas.
This poem is copyright (©) Colin West 2026
About the Writer
Colin West
Colin lives in Battle, East Sussex. He studied Graphic Design and Illustration and has written and illustrated over 50 children’s books. His poems have appeared in anthologies by Roger McGough and Julia Donaldson. He now writes purely for his own pleasure and enjoys collecting old books, mainly of poetry.
