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The Old Bird Got Roasted

Mum roasted a ptarmigan for tea But the meal didn't satisfy me It was a scrawny old bird The taste was pretty absurd So I'm off to the chip shop quickly! On Monday I was using a random word generator and it came up with Ptarmigan which is a word I had never heard of. I've since discovered it's a bird which is native to Canada but they can also be found in Scotland 06-17-17
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Michaels Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 4:27 AM
Nice to learn a new word / species... one of my favourite 'not many people know what it is' animals is "Kea"... I'll leave you to Google that one. Nice job on the limerick, Jan!! All the best, John.
Allison Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 4:38 AM
I just googled about the Kea - what a co incidence, I wrote a poem about a Kakapo which appears to be some sort of relation to the Kea - small world! Hugs Jan x
Callus Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 3:32 PM
The ptarmigan got roasted//I shot it, Bobby boasted//Let's share with friends on Soup//Enough for a big group//By Jan it will be hosted. ~ Hugs // paul
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 3:35 PM
ha ha ha lovely limerick Paul - if you are in limerick mode then Lim'rick flats has a new collaboration today - i have written a blog for him as he's not a PM:-) Hope you had a wonderful father's day I am sure the family will have spoiled you! I'm sending a big hug to Valentina!!:-) hugs Jan xx
White Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 3:14 PM
Now do one for the Platypus ;) That was funny, Jan.
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 3:28 PM
ha ha ha I will try Darren:-) I may have to use a little poetic licence before it is revoked lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Marcum Wong Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 6:08 AM
They look a tiny bit like our large pigeons I never heard of them either Jan. you created a great Limerick from them anyway. Cheers, Connie : )
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 9:08 AM
Thanks Connie:-) I have never heard of them either:-)It;s so interesting to learn from Anne-Lise they have them in Norway too:-) hugs Jan xx
Dietrich Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 1:25 AM
Cool. I never heard of it before either. You are just popping out with poems all the time, Jan!! time for me to get myself to bed. Good night!
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 9:10 AM
I have so many poems bursting to come out Andrea I would never have imagined I would come to LOVE poetry as I hated it at school especially Shakespeare but his work still leaves me cold:-) hugs Jan xx
Y. Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 9:51 PM
Lol! Jan, this is hilarious. I've never heard of it either:-)Alexis
Allison Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 9:13 AM
I think Anne -Lise is the only one of us who has!:-) hugs Jan xx
Lane Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 1:53 PM
I wouldn't eat that tough old bird either.
Allison Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 2:17 PM
ha ha ha i bet it tastes foul or is that fowl lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Andresen Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 1:27 PM
- Much ptarmigan in the mountains in Norway, Jan :) - In Norwegian: FJELLRYPE - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Allison Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 2:15 PM
Oh thanks for the info, you learn something new every day, google just said Canada and Scotland now I know better:-) hugs Jan xx
Andresen Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 1:31 PM
- Many chase on them, a delicacy ... I never tasted :)
Sands Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 12:24 PM
LOL Funny Jan. Thanks for the laugh. I haven't heard of it either !
Allison Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 12:56 PM
I thought it sounded so funny I had to write a poem around the name:-) hugs jan xx
Smith Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 12:15 PM
lol...never heard it before
Allison Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 12:56 PM
The p is silent so its pronounced tarmigan - you learn something new every day lol:-) hugs jan xx
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