I like a bit of bird watching myself
Down in the supermarket, 'mongst the greens
And oranges. Finding one on the shelf
Is best. (No whingeing partners, no more scenes...)
The tits (or chickadees) hatch eggs and schemes
They'll flit down, drink your cream and then they'll shit
All over the place. While on birdy themes
The sadly-missed comedian, Jack Daw, Brit
And, unlike Jack Straw, really quite a wit
Has flown off, henpecked. Don't expect the filth
To find the tit behind it. Birds are fiends
At feeding time. They climb to treetops, sit
Then plummet from their summit with such stealth...
Gobbling a grub, she gabbles and she preens
Sat 3 Nov 2007
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