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The Sheathbill That Blew Up My Cow

I fed my cow a wurzel,
But he couldn't hold it down,
And like an onager he hurled it up,
On to a talcum powder colored sheathbill passing by.

The sheathbill squawked and like a faddist,
Yerked his short wings around,
He fought me desperately and pecked me angrily,
To keep me from enmeshing him.

The sheathbill was a feisty fellow,
He whacked me with his woomera,
And with a trebuchet blew up my cow,
And moo's and graons flew everywhere.

Using my knowledge on parallax,
I stood away from the sheathbill,
I studied his chubby figure and sped off running,
For it was me he was ready to kill.

Author's Comments

This absurd poem was actually an assignment in school from a while ago...mmmm...yeah; it's stupid--so what?
posted: 2002-01-10 20:32:21 views since [2007-12-06 00:23:35]: 31