baby ostrich queen of the land
stretches her wings like a rubber band
snaps back together and gives a squawk
we like to see this one wobble walk
baby ostrich queen with voice a squeak
to your life we would ask one tiny peek
she waddles away waving her feather tail
post office maybe? To get the mail?
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There once was an ostrich named Stu,
Whose face made the emus say "Ew!"
But he'd wink and would coo,
Darling, I choose you~
Till a kick proved he'd misread the queue.
On the first day of Christmas
my true love gifted me
an ostrich in a baobab tree.
On the second day of Christmas
my true love gifted me
two pink flamingos
and an ostrich in a baobab tree.
On the third day of Christmas
my true love gifted me
three guinea fowl,
two pink flamingos
and an ostrich in a baobab tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas
no more did I receive
it's a crime and a sin
there's yet room in the tree
but too many poachers at the inn.
Had some strange meals in my time
ostrich alligator bat and snake
all went down well it seems
but make no mistake
altho' not going off half-cocked
and yet unsure what signs it may bode
of all the just desserts
I like my ice cream à la mode
History mark of carny' rabid; rouge and
Barmy.' Got some beef.' With innocent
Birds a hate fuelled puppet beyond good
Words.'
my ostrich shell painted with
springbok and entangled daisies
blowing in icy wind
I drink yolk and albuminous
whisperings along rushing waves
we are soft dreams where
a fishing boat stood
buildings now deserted
¥
storehouse freshly painted in ochre
fishing nets drawn alleluia
dreams float with the sardines
drinking coke we celebrate catch
wind skips along Hout Bay shore
daisies clap wild petals yellow
shells smashed we eat boiled yolk
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In a race on the savannah
fleet of foot is the cheetah
at up to 75 mph
no animal can beat her
and with a top speed of 50 mph
lion is the second fastest cat
tho' at
38 mph a leopard can't change its spots
the lion can do that
cubs are born with them and later lose
to become lion spots have-nots
an ostrich third place will land
at up to 43 mph
if it takes its head out of the sand
tho' cheetahs don't have racing stripes zebra do
(Burchell's, mountain and Grévy's)
but they're no boon for at 40 mph
they're only 10 mph ahead of a yellow baboon
however no matter how fast they all run
none can beat the speeding bullet
fired from a hunter's gun
We see fear in the other’s eyes,
which belies heart’s tremulous sighs,
that would, if it could, freely dance
but the spark of pure love’s romance
needs to escape ego spawned lies.
Om Ostrich inherited Uncle Hillard’s hat with the onyx jewel.
We were surprised for Om never followed any kind of rule.
He was Hillard’s favorite, of course, said great aunt Crown.
Hillard was a wild man before my ways settled him way down.
Om was pleased, he showed the hat to everyone he saw.
The donkey loved it, he interjected a congratulatory hee haw.
The sheep and the pig were not as excited, of course.
But Om got a wonderful neigh from his bestie, the horse.
"Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what an ostrich can see in the sand." Samuel Beckett, Murphy
The ostrich sees as if it's on drugs
And the colours are more than you can see.
The colours you see on colourful mugs
Are nothing to what an ostrich might see.
The ostrich hears as if it has gone up
To heaven, with all the heavenly harps.
Pure poetry, then, fills an ostrich's cup.
An ostrich is clever... That Murphy knows much!
Ostrich baby, thank God you cracked open at last
I wanted to help you, but other mothers were looking
I cheered you on silently as mothers must do when socialized
She will probably be dressed to the sevens but riding a goat.
I could not wait to see her, my Great Aunt, Myrtle Van Poat.
I think she traded the goat for an alligator Uncle Tye said.
Well maybe she won’t come at all, maybe she’s dead.
The relatives sound jealous of Aunt Myrtle if you ask me.
She has been on cruises, and adventures in at least six seas.
She did not tie herself down with a dull, boring, banal life.
She’s riding an ostrich! Says Penelope, Uncle Tye’s jealous wife.
Here we are trapped and bound
By evil forces difficult to fathom
Here we are naturally endowed
With all of God’s blessings
While 133 million of our children
Wail nightly on empty bowels
Confused and traumatized
Where the next meal will
Come from
Our eyes are wet with tears
Tears of pains and frustration from a nation
So blessed and so cursed
Tears of National disillusionment of
Living daily the consequences of our wrong choices
And like the Ostrich relishing in denial
Of self imposed existential tragedy
Here we are suffering and smiling
And cuddling our oppressors
As heroes and urging them on
To another season of looting in exchange
For a mere pot of putrefied porridge
Now is the call to action
We need to free ourselves
From this army of political occupation
Why are your wing's so ruffled black
It begs the question what on earth is the
air up there contaminated with
Is that maybe the reason why it's 2
shades of gray on a English summer's
day in the old U.K
And why migrating fleeing folks of
bird's celebrate coz lost and have to
hastily turn obtuse 90 degrees right
mid-flight
Gliding upon a deathly gale whilst heading
towards France
So dance concisely oh humping bird tarred
darker than a raven doing metronome 2
step waltzes
Shakespeare is currently on his way with his trusty quill in hand penning you a soliloquy as
we very speak
For you to carry the word and message on
to wherever and whomever
They may be if any of them be able
and left to fight another day
Who haven't already buried their head in desert
sand like all the other Ostrich egg's
An ostrich looks skinny
But if one fell you, you would feel it.
What do you think she weighs?
One hundred? Two hundred? Two fifty?
Would you believe over three hundred pounds?
One of her eggs weighs more than two dozen hen’s eggs.
Give her some respect, and do not step on her foot if you can help it.
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