Rubber chicken,
Plastic duck.
The year is over;
That’s just our luck.
Ceramic peacock,
Wooden goose.
Next year is nigh
So I must vamoose.
Tag Archives: Birds
Racial PSA
Some claim my speech invalid
Because my skin is pallid.
Some think you can’t be right
If your skin blends into night.
But what we all agree upon
Be we dark or pale
Is that we’re superior to
The common goose or quail.
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Read This Poem To Your Children… You’ll Thank Me Later
Seahawks run.
Hawks run slowly.
Seahawks run quickly.
Spelling matters.
Patriots suck.
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I Don’t Even Care Enough To
Turkey, chicken, ostriche, duck.
Tonight I do not give a.
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Revenge
Bird in the window,
Looking at me.
Windowsill avian,
What do you see?
Human inside,
Being looked at-
I just came to say,
“Say goodbye to your cat.”
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Just Beakause
I awoke with ruffled feathers
On the wrong side of the nest.
A lonely aching filled my heart
Which strained beneath my chest.
I wanted to fly away from here.
Anywhere would do,
But as I spread my wings I found
My group had become two.
Yes indeed, my morning flight
Was joined by some new bird,
And as soon as I had noticed thus
My flock attained a third.
I road the wind below the pair,
The strangers in my sky,
Trying to escape again,
Perhaps to go and die.
And then the birds gave me a caw
And the sun began to rise,
And that is when this lonely bird
Did come to realize
What a difference can be made
By an extra pair of eyes.
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Flightless Bird Seeking Same
A young ostrich nun
Walked into a bar
And met a young emu
With two dozen eggs.
She had been looking
For young souls to teach,
And he for a chick with long legs.
So she squawked and he flirted
And showed her his cartons
And she buried her habited
Head in the sand.
And both of them left,
Neither one satisfied.
Neither one left a tip for the band.
The very next day
The ostrich logged in
To FlightlessBirdsMingle.com
Where she sought others
With broods to be won.
The emu just hired a madame.
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Night and Day
Twice as many nightingales
Prefer to live diurnally
For which the dayingales will be
Cruelly mocked eternally.
They’ll never fly beneath the moon
And play a daring game
Of dodging harsh nocturnal cats.
They’ll never be Florence’s last name.
But beyond the disadvantages
Of living in the light
They don’t have to get up early
And they still get worms alright.
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I Try To Be Social
If I had a pet penguin
I’d be a cooler guy,
‘Cause nothing impresses people
Like a bird that doesn’t fly.
I know this as a fact,
Having garnered my first clue
When my neighbor had a party
After buying an emu.
So I went into the pet store,
But no penguin could be found.
I couldn’t even find one
In the wild or the pound.
That’s why I bought this parrot
Who says such funny things.
It’s not flightless, but hey,
At my party I’ll serve wings.
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Summer, 4 AM
Such beauty there is in silence,
And in the sounds of Earth.
The songs of birds and crickets
Are of inestimable worth.
Yet beauty can be terrible,
And becomes so without warning
Like when you’re late night homework
And the birds sing that it’s morning.
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The Daily Travesty 