Collaborative Poem 8 - The Plastered Cockatoo
Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:59 pm
G’day, I’ve been down a bit health-wise for a few months. I started this poem some time ago and I’ve come to a dead end; I’ve got no idea where this poem is heading. So I thought I'd post it here for my friends to help me out. I dedicate this poem to ABPA. You can change anything I’ve written. I do not consider this piece mine anymore. A few birds I had in mind been a, stool pigeon, butcher bird, parson bird, lyre bird, and raven. Maybe someone has a few ideas; my intention was to tell a story not just rattle off the bird scenery,
So if anyone can help me out I’d be grateful.
John
The Plastered Cockatoo
I shifted down to second when pub came into view
And stopped on the roadside I thought I’d sink a few
The building painted dark brown the roof a shade of blue
The name across the gable: `The Plastered Cockatoo.’
In stifling heat, my dry mouth intensified my thirst
So crashing through double doors into the bar I burst
I stopped dead in my tracks a strange sight I did see
All types of birds, in the bar, the size and height of me.
A dove came, into view, a-pushing out her chest
Said, ‘want a thrill big boy’ come join me in my nest’
I said, ‘I’m sorry my love I’m in here for a beer,
And I really don’t appreciate you cooing in my ear.’
So if anyone can help me out I’d be grateful.
John
The Plastered Cockatoo
I shifted down to second when pub came into view
And stopped on the roadside I thought I’d sink a few
The building painted dark brown the roof a shade of blue
The name across the gable: `The Plastered Cockatoo.’
In stifling heat, my dry mouth intensified my thirst
So crashing through double doors into the bar I burst
I stopped dead in my tracks a strange sight I did see
All types of birds, in the bar, the size and height of me.
A dove came, into view, a-pushing out her chest
Said, ‘want a thrill big boy’ come join me in my nest’
I said, ‘I’m sorry my love I’m in here for a beer,
And I really don’t appreciate you cooing in my ear.’