Friday, March 09, 2007

A Cuckoo Story -- a clock poem

Aha! I'm an early participant in Poetry Friday this week. Or early in my time zone, anyway. So, with no further ado (and really, I'm not sure there was any ado at all), here's my contribution....


A CUCKOO STORY
by
Gregory K.

Our cuckoo bird has flown away,
I guess to join his flock.
So now up there upon our wall,
We have an emu clock.

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7 comments:

Terry P. said...

Oh my, Greg. And I thought I was up early at 5:00 this morning. You do get the worm today. Okay, here's my attempt at cuckoo poetry (which definitely has a dual meaning, in my case).

In the day of dinosaurs,
there were no cuckoo clocks.
Just pterodactyls swooping down
with loud tremendous squawks.

Kelly Fineman said...

I've been listening (repeatedly) to an old, old song called "Sumer is icumen in", which features a "sing cuckoo!" chorus.

Now I shall have to find an emu song to replace it, I suppose.

Anonymous said...

Funny poem, Mr. Gregory K.

Nancy said...

Well at least it's not an EMO CLOCK. That would really be annoying.

Gregory K. said...

True, Nancy. But then maybe there'd be a reason to buy this shirt. Kinda. Sorta. Oh, it's just a funny shirt anyway.

Nancy said...

Yep, I love that shirt! :)

piksea said...

You could give Shel Silverstein a run for his money with that poem. And that's saying something!