Bird watching
Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:27 pm
Dr Whiteside's poem got me all ornithological . . .
BIRD WATCHING
© M. Pattie 2013
Big Bazza the Baza,
in from the Pacific,
all full of sarcasm
said “bloody terrific!”
Cos Suzie, his shag
and a wagtail called Willie,
with two little scrub-tits;
they all went quite silly.
The tits started squabblin’,
which turned to a scrap,
as a clamourous warbler
arrived with a flap.
Then two big brown boobys
turned up in a rush,
and a wandering tattler
with an irritsome thrush.
When the boobys saw Bazza
They started to nag.
They wanted his Willie –
he said “how ‘bout a shag?”
But Suzie was blue,
had a case of the shits
and laid into the tattler
with her two tangled tits.
It was rather unsightly
and not really glamourous;
a warbler with thrush –
more raucus than clamourous.
Then the sun got real hot
and Baz heard a curse
as the wandering tattler
took a tern for the worse.
But the boobys pushed up
with a growing concern,
but the tattler retorted
“It’s my bloody tern!”
It was too bloody hot;
too hot for a shag.
The boobys were pooped
and the Willie wouldn’t wag.
So Baz and the tattler
and the tits untangled,
the tern got sunburn
and Willie just dangled.
The warbler went clammy
and Bazza felt flaggy.
The thrush was flushed and
the tits went all saggy.
So Bazza showed Suzie
his true shag devotion
and tickled her tits then
flew back to the ocean.
BIRD WATCHING
© M. Pattie 2013
Big Bazza the Baza,
in from the Pacific,
all full of sarcasm
said “bloody terrific!”
Cos Suzie, his shag
and a wagtail called Willie,
with two little scrub-tits;
they all went quite silly.
The tits started squabblin’,
which turned to a scrap,
as a clamourous warbler
arrived with a flap.
Then two big brown boobys
turned up in a rush,
and a wandering tattler
with an irritsome thrush.
When the boobys saw Bazza
They started to nag.
They wanted his Willie –
he said “how ‘bout a shag?”
But Suzie was blue,
had a case of the shits
and laid into the tattler
with her two tangled tits.
It was rather unsightly
and not really glamourous;
a warbler with thrush –
more raucus than clamourous.
Then the sun got real hot
and Baz heard a curse
as the wandering tattler
took a tern for the worse.
But the boobys pushed up
with a growing concern,
but the tattler retorted
“It’s my bloody tern!”
It was too bloody hot;
too hot for a shag.
The boobys were pooped
and the Willie wouldn’t wag.
So Baz and the tattler
and the tits untangled,
the tern got sunburn
and Willie just dangled.
The warbler went clammy
and Bazza felt flaggy.
The thrush was flushed and
the tits went all saggy.
So Bazza showed Suzie
his true shag devotion
and tickled her tits then
flew back to the ocean.