Shirley Hawkins Poet Rhyme

Woody

I saw a Woodpecker up a tree.
He looked very cross-eyed to me.
This woodpecker could not peck,
The poor bird was a wreck.

His pecker had dropped off,
When he very loudly coughed.
I saw him banging his head repeatedly,
Because it was time for his tea.

Woody soon felt very weak.
You can't be a woodpecker without a beak.
I realized why he looked cross-eyed to me,
He kept banging his head upon the tree.

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Rico Leffanta November 12, 2021 at 10:40 AM Knocking one's head against wood tends to do that, but nurses still enjoy watching peckers drop when they poke for a cough . . . . .Enjoyed, Shirley! Aloha! Shirley Hawkins November 13, 2021 at 4:21 PM G'day, Rico. Thank you, For your welcome comments. Smiling as I am writing this. Hope you are yours are enjoying the week-end,

L Milton Hankins November 12, 2021 at 9:14 AM Oh my, Shirley, I broke out into raucous laughter at "His pecker dropped off." This poem is so funny. I'm sure you didn't mean the double entendre...or did you? Shirley Hawkins November 13, 2021 at 4:26 PM ? that is a question I cannot answer..... L... Thank you, Milt, for your kind comments...

John Watt November 11, 2021 at 4:36 PM Hope this doesn't happen to me, knock on wood... very fun read Shirley, thanks for the share ~ John Shirley Hawkins November 11, 2021 at 5:19 PM Hold on tightly to your nose next time you cough. John. Thank you, for your welcome comment. All best wishes Shirley