O greenish blue neighbour of mine
across my kitchen window, sunning in shine
perching very high on the doctor's house fig tree
resonating your tunk...tunk louder than metronomic glee
Saw you today, puffing your yellow throat,
the silk floss petals plucking with your hand glove
bobbing your red head and flicking bluish tail,
have you tracked a sincere mate?
have you picked a red berry or two for your consort,
hope allopreening is not building on snort?
what about fluttering your blue grey black wings side by side ?
start a "Beak Game" in a full stride?
Keep flight straight, with rapid flaps
Be away from that, extortionist Blue-throated barbet
avoid flying klepto red-vented songbird,
eyeing at your red berries and burd.
PS:A coppersmith (barbet) , very old next tree neighbour, annoying sometimes by her incessant calls ,many times reminds me that that is how a life goes on
Dont hatchet your chickens before they can count
Play bye
The rules definitively
crowded by the losses
slapped by the hand of me burd
please get me wrogn
i know your leg hurts but your uglliey ( insult to- you get it)
Bit the alien bull(PHONE HOME)
how could the devil turn up if you were speaking to him/her/it/?
Between dwayne johnson and stone plaice
Helped a fiddle that was having a fit
That stallion told me straight
your mime is good i guess
set fire to loyd and jeff
wind brought on the runs
made a killing
when i stoned two birds
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
trust me the next straw will be th
Dont hatchet your chickens before they can count
Play bye
The rules definitively
crowded by the losses
slapped by the hand of me burd
please get me wrogn
i know your leg hurts but your uglliey ( insult to- you get it)
Bit the alien bull(PHONE HOME)
how could the devil turn up if you were speaking to him/her/it/?
Between dwayne johnson and stone plaice
Helped a fiddle that was having a fit
That stallion told me straight
your mime is good i guess
set fire to loyd and jeff
wind brought on the runs
made a killing
when i stoned two birds
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
straw straw straw straw straw straw straw straw
trust me the next straw will be th
T hey’d aughta not called nookie
H eaven’s blessed cookie...
E ither burd or bee, cause neither's a lookie!
B urds well der feathered, not like me?
I n da interest of clarity, I’m certainly NO bee?
R obins do have red breasts and I have two, see?
D ern, maybe dat's why dey calls dem da burds and da bees?
S o, if da ladies da burd, da guy must be da bee?
A nyway, why didn’t dey call IT da cows and da doves?
N ow, cows at least got legs and doves are for luv!
D rat, I still don’t get da bee stingy thingie, "Gov?"
T he bees has a sting YIKE and bees sure love honey.
H ell, maybe they thought a man'd sting ya for money?
E ither dat or “Hmmm,” some ladies are real punny?
B et we women smell real sweet, I guess, and da bees fly to honey?
E eeeeeekkk, I so confuddled, I feel like Mikey Rooney?
E ach dern metaphors is making me more looney tooney!
S imply forget da dern foolishness and give me a groomie!
The old school bell would ring out at the start of the day.
Chalk on blackboards, shirts and ties.
The school colours of green and gold.
Crowded classrooms, with very little room.
Lunchtimes were spent in classrooms,small and crampt.
No kitchen, the meals brought in.
Meals served up by Mrs May and Mrs Coles.
Dinner ladies Mrs Turner,Mrs Burd and Mrs Bolt.
Four classes, plus one held in the village hall.
My class of thirty seven, tables in long rows side by side.
Janet and John books then Peter and Jane.
Classroom Assemblies were the norm'.
The headmaster Mr Collier strict and stern.
There were very few facilities.
Mrs Bird,Mr Scott,Mrs Collier and young Mss Ball.
And Pre National Curriculum....
The children having separate playtimes.
In the tiny playground, there wasn't much room.!
Outside toilets, cold in winter.
Morning break;children drinking milk out of a bottle with a straw.
The long hot hazy summer days
sports day held in the farmers field across the way.
The three legged race and the egg and spoon.
Children running, jumping, having fun.
And then the important news...
We're soon to have a.... Brand New School !
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