Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

The Ostrich.

Originally the following was to be about myself, but it didn’t work, because I do take risks, and I do know what’s going on in the world.

THE OSTRICH.

He Never took a risk, never had a workout
He’s wrapped in bubble wrap and tissue, rarely does he go out
Hear no evil see no evil, with his head stuck in the sand
Why people want to know what’s going on ? He just doesn’t understand

He did though once take a Rusk when he was just a baby
He nearly choked on it, should he have added milk? Well maybe
He did take a whisk once, to mix up some pale blue paint
It turned out to be lilac, good with colour he ain’t.

He also took a disk once, well when I say took I mean bought it
It was a Max Bygraves LP that’s when the bug he caught it
Once he had a frisk, from an officer who was wrong
He thought he’d been taking drugs from the colour of his tongue

Bisque is a kind of pottery, he’s never taken any of that
Besides it’s a bit boring, lack lustre and kind of flat
From miscellaneous, he often takes the misc
It’s only shortening a word, not like taking risks.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

One response to “The Ostrich.”

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    enthusiasticallyresilientd7c971dc2c

    I can do a decent impression of Max. True story.

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