Paula, on the coop blog, 8GreatStorytellers, posted this poem a while back:
BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER
Sparrows with sparrows,
Crows with crows,
Starlings with starlings.
That’s how it goes.
Inspired by this Nashian observation, I perpetrated this reply:
BIRDS OF A FEATHER, REVISITED
Does an auk
ever gawk
at a hawk?
Would a titmouse
play house
with a grouse?
Would an ordinary fowl
consider it a howl
to cohabit with an owl?
Do cuckoos
and cockatoos
discover
other lovers?
Do you think a sparrow
Walks the straight and narrow?
Or does he sometimes stray
with a jay?
Would you say
a peacock might
spend the night
with a kite?
Does a parrot think
a whippoorwill
A thrill?
Or is he fonder
of a condor?
And does a coot
think it a hoot
to cover a plover?
Or much more pleasant
to do a pheasant?
Would it be grander
for a gander
to cut loose
with a goose?
Or to spoon
with a loon?
Does a drake
only ache
to get lucky
with a duckie?
Or dream of going insane
with a crane?
Would a grackle
long to tackle
a pteradac’yl?
Or perhaps flit
for a bit
with a tit?
Would a dove
love
to hobnob
with a cobb?
Or have a yen
to sin
with a wren?
Does a pigeon
ever get an itchin’
for a wigeon,
or, by jingo,
beach blanket bingo
with a flamingo…?
I don’t think so.
jguentherauthor 