The Completely Cuckoo Cuckoo
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[According to Mr Google, what we Brits call a vest is
what Americans call an undershirt]
The completely cuckoo cuckoo
Had got too big for his nest
And so he made a hammock
From a tatty old string vest
But when he hung it up he slipped
His feet went through the mesh
He flapped until his skin rubbed raw
And he was featherless
So looking like a chicken
Or an oven ready duck
He shouted I need stuffing
Flapped his wings and went cluck, cluck
Pulled faces acting bonkers
Happy as a pig in muck
Then made a swimming motion
Going quack, quack like a duck
He thought he’d keep on clucking
Until all his feathers grew
And then just like a turkey
He went gobble gobble too
But when the farmer raised his gun
And said my lunch is you
The completely cuckoo cuckoo yelled
CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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