The Queen of Spring
It happened the first day of Spring:
a cuckoo in drag tried to sing;
the lambs and the chicks
were getting their kicks
by b*tching about all 'her' bling.
The cuckoo was in for a shock;
they pushed 'her' inside a big clock -
'she' pops out on springs,
with bells on 'her' wings,
and tells them, "It's creasing my frock."
(the Soup censor won't let me post the word that begins with B and rhymes with witch)
* they say it's Spring when you hear a cuckoo
just a silly idea that came to mind for Carolyn's Spring contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2019
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