[Dug up out of old comments here, in part because I’ve been admiring Nancy Parmalee’s Twitter avatar.]

In a Yucatecan grottl
Lives the mighty Axolotl
Fine-toned skin all pale and mottle
wears the fearsome Axolotl
Fearsomer than any bottle-
driven specter, Axolotl
brave prehensile-fingered glottal
gills denote the Axolotl
salamandrous sideburn wattle
decorates the Axolotl
Poets who fear being shot’ll
spurn rhyming the Axolotl
but the wise will never coddle
those who spurn the Axolotl.
Doling verse with spoon or pottle
little serves the Axolotl
Doggerel spun at full throttle
honors best the Axolotl
“Never mind the who or what’ll!”
Shouts the fearsome Axolotl;
“Cowards, grant me kisses caudal!”
Dares bravehearted Axolotl.
In our hearts, the pale and squat’ll
live forever: Axolotl.

1. 
   Pete Veilleux 2011 05 29 at 12:02:43 am

   wow! this little poem’ll
   make you pause and dawdle!

2. 
   Sven DiMilo 2011 05 29 at 8:34:39 am

   ‘glottal’? those gills are pharyngeal like everyone else’s.

3. 
   Dave 2011 05 29 at 2:49:27 pm

   Thanks for digging that up! What fun to read it again.