Limerick Poems About Ocelot | Ocelot Limerick Poems

Wildlife 6

Wildlife 6
An adventurous young ocelot,
Used to gamble and smoke lots of pot,
When he crept home one night,
He got such a fright,
When his mum yelled "You're losing the plot!"

Ocelot at Twelve

There is an ocelot at twelve o’clock
I did not bother to get out my Glock.
Was eaten fast
All but my cast
Thanks to the lying wolf-crier on the block

An Ocelot Came By

An ocelot came by Mama said.
This surprised me and my brother Ned.
In the Midwest?
An ocelot nest?
The idea filled us both full of dread.