The poem I promised ages ago:
There's a giraffe who we all love, or at least tolerate.
His daily retorts are a cut above, though on some they merely grate.
It's you, of course, which other giraffes put up with Mondo Ray?
In fact, could that be grounds to call the RSPCA?
Strawberry, Topper, LBF write their opinions,
You use your special powers to extract the hidden puns,
You used to have the white line but these days you've broken free,
You used to have Davord but these days he's a retiree.
So here is the conclusion to my clichéd little verse -
You may not be the best giraffe but you're far, far from the worst.
I mean, Geoffrey from Toys 'R' Us? He's HORRIBLE.