I'm sure you remember Wavely Newt, one of our top bird poets, and his bit of stuff. Anyway, enough of him ..... and some more of ME .... As any fule no , I've written quite a lot of bird poetry and birding poetry ... they're not the same thing. Not at all, at all. If you've (sadly) missed them, here's the links to them .... 200-all-my-stupid-bird-poems-in-one-place.html 300-another-collection-of-my-ridiculous-poems.html 400-the-latest-round-up-of-my-crap-verses.html 500-yet-another-rotten-ragbag-of-rancid-rhymes.html 600-lots-of-my-poems-from-posts-501-to-600.html 700-more-rollicking-rhymes-about-dicky-birds.html 800-the-latest-tranch-of-rubbish-poetry-verse-and-worse.html 900-yet-another-interminable-ragbag-of-versification.html 1000-yet-another-collection-of-my-poems-from-900-1000.html 1099-more-poetry-from-1000-1099.html So ... it's about time you read some proper bird poetry written by proper poets. it's quality stuff all this you know ..... Here's THE CORMORANT by "Anon" and partly by Naomi Royde Smith ... The common cormorant or shag Lays eggs inside a paper bag, The reason you will see no doubt ... It is to keep the lightning out. But what there unobservant birds Have never noticed is that herds Of wandering bears may come with buns And steal the bags to hold the crumbs. And now .. THIRTY POIPLE BIRDS by ( Anon of New York) Toity poiple boids Sitt'n on der coib A' choipin' and a' boipin An' eat'n doity woims. Next up ... THE BLEED'N' SPARRER by , er , ANON ( A Londoner, I think) We 'ad a bleed'n' sparrer wot Lived up a bleed'n spaht, One day the bleed'n rain came dahn An' washed the bleeder aht. An' as 'e layed 'arf drahnded Dahn in the bleed'n' street 'E begged that bleed'n' rainstorm To bave 'is bleed'n' feet. But then the bleed'n' sun came aht ... Dried up the bleed'n' rain ....... So that bleed'n' little sparrer 'E climbed up 'is spaht again. But, Oh! .... the crewel sparrer'awk, 'E spies 'im in 'is snuggery, 'E sharpens up 'is bleed'n' claws An' rips 'im aht by thuggery ! Jist then a bleed'n' sportin' type Wot a bleed'n' gun 'E spots that bleed'n' sparrer' awk An blasts 'is bleed'n' fun. . . . . . . The moral of this story Is plain to everyone .... That them wot's up the bleed'n' spaht Don't get no bleed'n' fun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sure that you've all learned a lot from all that. So 'tis time for the music .... ... we're going to have a bit of a " Nick Cave Season" ......
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