Ani’s Advent Invitation: The poetic Ape

I don’t have an Ape… a ferret was the best I could manage…

Okay, I admit, I am a bit confused. I’ve had letters to Santa, Christmas poems and stories from two-legses and four-legses… even from a two-legs who is also a four-legs… but this one is from a two-legs who is almost a four-legs, and a hairy one at that…


Still, even though he is more orange red haired than me, we do have some stuff in common. Apart from liking bananas. My Dad was Irish and a redhead… and you know how I can legitimately claim that nothing is my fault because I’m genetic? Well, it turns out that the Ape is genetic too! That’s why he sent me a poem! The Hairy One inherited his poetic talents from his mother, Agnes Mae Graham and he pubished a collection of her poems last year

Now, she says that being genetic may not be all I think it is, but I say that if it gets me out of trouble, then it works for me. Even Santa can’t blame me for my genes (though she keeps grumbling at hers and saying they must have shrunk…). So Santa, can we make allowances for mine, please (and bring her some bigger ones…)?

Mind you, I am taking the Ape’s poem as a cautionary tale… she cooks nice stuff at Christmas too and I would hate for her to down tools when I make a bit of noise guarding our airspace against pigeons and hot-air balloons…

Much love,

Ani xxx

Trouble at the North Pole

By Chris Graham


T’was coming up to Christmas Day,

it was only some days away.

The elves were hammering tin

and making quite a din,

When suddenly a shout did erupt.



T’was Santa’s Wife who uttered thus,

she was making quite a fuss.

Every year, it was the same,

she acted like a Pantomime Dame.

“I can’t hear myself think,

it’s almost made me turn to drink.”


“But Mrs S,” the Foreman said.

”We’ve got our orders from Big Red.

One hundred tin drums we’ve got to make.

We won’t take long, for goodness sake.”

His duty done, he turned away

”Get back to work Elves, we ain’t got all day!”


Well – Mrs S didn’t stand for that,

she quickly donned her coat and hat.

“I’m outta here!” she exclaimed

“If Dinners burned, I won’t be blamed!”

“You can feed yourselves,

you noisy Elves”


The Elves downed tools and went quite quiet,

remembering that last year, they had to diet.

Eating nothing for several days,

it gave them all a bad malaise.

“No Food, No Work!” they spoke as one,

“These tin drums will not get done!”


“But Santa Clause” the Foreman sniffed

“will not be pleased – he’ll be really miffed!”

“Better that, than us eating air!”

again, one voiced, they did declare.

“Please stay Mrs S” the Elves all pleaded,

“Your tasty food, for us, is needed”


“Instead of drums, we’ll make Teddy Bears.

All soft and cuddly, with downy hairs.

We promise there’ll be no more noise,

we’ll all be quiet Elven girls and boys.”

That being said, they dropped their tools

and sat back down upon their stools.


Mrs S could not complain,

peace and quiet once more did reign,

the elves were working hard and fast

making Teddy Bears that will last and last.

All the Bears were brown, not blue, or pink.

The kids will still be happy, don’t you think?


About the Ape

Chris Graham, also and perhaps better known as The Story Reading Ape, is an avid reader and the most supportive Ape known to Indie, Dog or other literary bipedal and quadrupedal lifeforms.

His website offers a huge array of resources for writers,as well as humour, publishing news and a platform where writers can be read, share their expertise and promote their work. If you don’t already follow TRSA, grab a banana and head on over.

Find and follow Chris

TRSA     Twitter     Facebook    Goodreads    Tumblr

Pinterest    Google+    StumbleUpon    LinkedIn

My Vibrating Vertebrae: and other poems by [Graham, Agnes Mae]My Vibrating Vertebrae

Agnes Mae Graham

Edited by Jo Robinson

We all have dreams, loves and hopes; but what if you are a girl growing up in 20th century Northern Ireland before, during and after the ‘Troubles’? From the poetic thoughts of our Mother, we get a sense of what it was like, ranging from humour, sadness, wistful thinking and sometimes just downright nonsensical, these are the words of one such girl.

Available via Amazon UKUSACAAUS and worldwide.

Antlers are for Reindeer!

If you would like to help save Ani from a fate (she says) worse than death, send your Letters to Santa, festive memories, short stories, flash fiction or poems to the Small Dog. She will post them every day through December until Christmas.

She would especially like to hear from her four-legged or feathered friends (she has a special place very close to her heart for turkeys)… but she says that two-legs are better than none, so she will accept submissions from humans too.

To get in touch, please use the form on the contact page or email Ani at

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
This entry was posted in children, Christmas, Dogs and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

48 Responses to Ani’s Advent Invitation: The poetic Ape

  1. Ritu says:

    Great poem Chris!

    Liked by 3 people

  2. barbtaub says:

    Absolutely adorable poem!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Darlene says:

    A wonderful poem. Well done Mr. Ape!!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. jenanita01 says:

    Nice one, Chris…

    Liked by 2 people

  5. bobcabkings says:

    Good poem. And, a special note for Ani: I know you like tennis balls, so I thought you should know I have discovered that a bear seems to like them too. Last night there were a mother bear and two cubs (almost a year old now) in my yard. I threw 3 tennis balls at them to tell them to move along. One of the cubs took a tennis ball home with him.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. An ape, coming out of his writing shell.. LOVE this. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Eliza Waters says:

    Any mother will agree, bears over drums! 😉

    Liked by 2 people

  8. Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
    My little furry friend, Ani (and Sue) hosted my Christmas poem 👍😃❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  9. What absolute fun this poem is Ani and the Ape. Sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. A Christmas poem to be cherished forever, adored Ape. Thanks for hosting him, Ani and Sue. Hugs all around.

    Liked by 2 people

  11. Mary Smith says:

    Great poem from the Ape. You must be nearly safe from having to wear those reindeer antlers by now, Ani!


  12. Widdershins says:

    Yep, bears work for me too. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Tina Frisco says:

    Fabulous poem by Chris! Thanks so much for sharing, Ani. You’re a true canine friend. Love the ferret 🙂 ❤


  14. dgkaye says:

    Loved Chris’ poem and Ani’s introduction. ❤


  15. So glad to read of Chris’ talent! Will share.


  16. noelleg44 says:

    Great poem from Chris!


  17. What a great and fun Christmas poem, I loved it, Chris! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.