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Here are Mr. Date's musings on the Skylark:
THE SKYLARK
As I wandered through our park,I chanced upon a lone skylark.
It flew straight up into the sky
(Though I have no notion why),
And burst into a sombre song,
Which seemed to go on far too long.
Boy, that hits the nail on the head and no mistake.
2 comments:
I love ornithogical verse.
In the words of John Lillison Englands finest one armed poet
'O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy nointy.'
I'm still working on fishy poems, but I can't beat this one:
"The Herring is a lucky fish
From all disease inured.
Should he be ill when caught at sea;
Immediately - he's cured!"
(Milligan, S.,1918-2002)
I really like the gannet poem.
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