One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
Crow (Blackus Menacingus)
large, clever and a scavenger
found in gardens where there’s trees
good at puzzles, can be trained
likes TV shows about celebrities
Blackbird (Blackus Not-A-Pirateus)
common gardeners friend is he
perched on the handle of a spade
looking out for bugs and worms
went on a holiday to Adelaide
Thrush (Not-The-Itchyus Sortus)
light brown plumage with spotted front
easily identifiable medium bird
known for a complex, tuneful song
makes jam tarts with lemon curd
Starling (Impressiveus In-A-Large-Flockus)
iridescent all year bird
feathers change colour in the sun
swarms in huge numbers then
off to the pub for rowdy fun
Wren (Smallus Sticky-Uppy-Tailus)
one of the tiniest garden birds
surprisingly loud and piercing voice
small, round body, quick and gone
to play boardgames and other toys
Puffin (Brightus Beakus)
black and white with colourful bill
dives the water for its food
coastal, cliffside, craggy nest
sends birthday cards that are very rude
pretty Polly practiced planting posies
purple primrose, pink petunias, plants protected by
prideful, placid, preening peacocks.
produce provided by Polly’s plentiful garden
pleases Peterson, plant president of Puffin Produce.
A band of comrades rather strange I think you will agree
This oddball bunch together shared a commonality…
The panda didn’t pander to the niceties of style
He wore his usual coat which he had done for quite some while
The zebra was a Libra with an eye for what’s in fashion
She loved the skin she’s swaddled in and flaunted it with passion
The badger was a cadger but he didn’t want your suit
He’ll cadge your lunch but he’s content with being so hirsute
The puffin felt like nuffin with his massive beaky nose
But still he kept his chin up for he rather liked his clothes
The magpie wouldn’t lie although he was prepared to steal
His virtues might be fake but his apparel very real
The Penguin was depending on a chance to show his class
His haute couture was something that was absolute top brass
The skunk just stunk, not all the time, but when occasion rose
His looks were good but he was quite offensive to the nose
The orca wasn’t happy to be so far from the sea
Though he was quite a corker in his shiny livery…
So when they met the parrot they tried not to put him down
But one of them just had to say… “Did you come as a clown?”
What you talking about
got people thinking you got it
going on
sipping my wine
singing
my song
aint no way
and
Baby put me in your mix
instaed you go out there
turnin tr
treat me right
treat me right
I'll return the same
instead you jock
block
and play your game
We know what it is
you croonin on someone else
got me interested
and then you turn me off
jock and juke
Baby you the boss
Why you coming here
you aint into F@$kin
you game and jerk men
swindle and be puffin
come round year
starting S$$t
embarrassing me in front of your freinds
Baby youzza trip
My child has a love of poetry
It is rare, for she is only nine.
In her bare mind, words are potpourri
floating, rhyming by stanza, by line.
Holding a book ever so tightly
(it relieves the raw ache in her chest),
my sweet Emma floats almost nightly
carried by puffins in a bird nest.
She paints her pictures lying in bed
dreaming up puffin activities.
Writing what's in the front of her head,
one of her common proclivities.
Her situation stems from asthma
of pet hair and seasonal rebirth.
She fancies ease from the miasma,
high above noxious coughing on earth.
Starting with nursery rhymes at three
we have read Silverstein and Dahl
both of us memorize easily.
Her choice today is Lewis Carroll.
My Emma lives in her Wonderland
especially with a nebulizer.
Her teachers all seem to understand
it's “down to earth” math that defies her.
August 23, 2021
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name The One Who Touches My Heart
ASSIGNMENT CALENDAR
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS JR
I Know Not Where My Future Assignment Lies
My Journey on Earth, a Welcome Surprise
My next Venture Could Possibly Be
An Endless Journey Throughout the Galaxy
Or Maybe a Simple Plume of Smoke
From a Long Forgotten Crater
The Last Bead of Dew on a Reed
Honey Bee with Pollen on My Breast
Maybe the Loud Growl from a Waking Bear
Other Roles That I Could Play
A Judas Goat at a Slaughterhouse
A Humming Bird Dipping for Nectar
A Puffin on Her Maiden Flight
A Stork Sitting on Her Favorite Chimney
A Gnu Running for Survival
A Peacock Displaying Her Floral Design
A Cheetah Licking Her Paws
A Seal Eluding a Great White
A Great White Eluding an Orca Pod
A Rat Gnawing Through a Corn Bib
A Platypus Searching for Fish
A Termite Chewing on a Roof Rafter
A Butterfly Exiting Her Chrysalis
A Moth Mesmerized by a Flickering Light
A Felon Ordering His Final Meal
A Bengal Eyeing a Firewood Gatherer
Unfortunately I Don’t Get to Chose
Some Will Be Winners Others Destined to Lose
Yon dismal grey golden skies;
Puffin pillowy white clouds fly;
Birds shutters streaming by;
Canvas hues of lightening blues;
Hills and mountains labour views;
Streams, lakes and ponds glimmers;
Underneath the yellow golden rise;
Horizon so shine visual kindred sun skies;
6/7/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Be aware of the Cougar, the big mountain Cat
Now I know you like mounting, but your just a Pussy Cat
I sometimes think you’re Horsey, and like a good jump
Perhaps therefore a Mare, with a lovely Ass as a rump
Anyway, rather than Rabbiting on and Ferreting around without any luck
I wish I could Rooster up the courage to ask you for a Shag (f__k)
Anyway I’ll keep on admiring your Boobies for I’m a Horny Toad
Hoping you’ll Goblin Shark my Dik-dik has you empty my Polecat of it’s Sperm Whale all over your Beaver below.
If I’m Puffin out of steam, at least you’ll have your Armadillo handy to finish yourself off.
Seriously, your animal attraction knows no bounds
I came home the other day and my Ole lady wuz like..I thought you was getting ah maserati,i'm not riding in that. I replied, I went to my buddy's carlot and he said he don't get those maserati cars too often..anyways my mechanic of some 30 years said he ain't too sure he knows how to work on a maserati car with that Ferrari engine in it.so my Ole lady mouth all stuck out still huffin and puffin she say you had me all ah glow-cruise to my friends and show-off that is,we may as well drive to the local farm and pick up some ducks in this Ole pick up truck.I
replied back in the day this ride would have been okay..come now let's not fight you know whut my credit is like don't worry honey sooner or later and down the road and not too far umma go to my buddy's carlot and git that maserati car.
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
The guv'mint is bluffin
It ain't doin a damn nothin
All it's huffin an a puffin
Makes us eat a meadow muffin
The guv'mint is lazy
Theyre all money crazy
Their thinkin is a hazy
Were rats in a big mazy
"CONQUERING LOVE
Hinged between the family feud,
our love is forged in spite dismay.
as egos grapple rift of old,
I know you have a heart of gold.
Defiance all, my heart aflame,
at statue ruins we meet again.
This secret place, to us discreet,
Like puffin doves, we pledge our love,
For no one else but us can see,
our unity under the willow tree,
Believe not that of gossip tongue,
Not chosen them, my soul mate be,
I know you not, tradition seek.
For sake of honour, custom speak.
No rule or code or flogging me,
For you my love, my fortress be.
A miracle wish, this feud shall cease.
My knight in armour set me free.
I long the day in history,
To spend our life in tranquillity.
Submit to thee my dignity.
A life in distant far away,
lest family lead my life astray.
©Copyright 2013 M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)
All Rights Reserved
One small pig, a puffin, and a large portion of lettuce in a cart. Absconding from a field with 240 baboons, ten mice with microphones, and a very large beetle. They went to visit a bird high in a tree. Nesting. Nearby was a lake. They enjoyed a swim and a boat ride across the waters. Then a radio signal arrived from the mountain. It said that the party was now over. All over was a silence. Then the trees began beating their branches. Echoing across the valleys like earthquakes in audiovisual waves. Sound not a speaker. Cancelled not this day. And so forth the groups of growth persisted in their watery games. Stopping only to feast. Upon large leaves and cheeses. Planting paintings pinning pops. Hahahaha bakery of whales in aprons eating. Hahahaha tasting tissues. Xxxx dilapidation z
Puffin on lies
Killing my enemies
Nobody stop me
After 10 years of suffering
Destroying those losers who tried
I live again
Life is on!
I am Back
Livin' and happy
No longer sad
I can't be touched
Try it spotted dick
I will win.
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