Doggerel
By tyson
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Doggerel Dogandall
Bird Song
Little birdie on the tree
How sweet your grace notes wild and rough.
Do you burst your lungs for me?
Or tell your neighbours to bugger off.
Course gorse
When gorse is in bloom then kissing's in season.
When its not, find a different reason.
Death of a Slug
Oooooo! Hell! Blast ! Ugh!
I think I've trodden on a slug!
Do I lament the silvered form?
The rippling foot, the questing horn?
No!
Ooo! Yuk! Blast! Ugh!
Yes I've trodden on a slug.
True Fruit
Strawberries, cherries, pippins red
Did God make you to keep me fed?
Do you labour to meet my needs?
Or merely persuade me to shit your seeds?
Lovely Flowers
Eglantine in scented bower
Tall laburnum's golden shower
Fallen stars upon the sward
Blood red poppies rampant horde
Seas of bluebells, snowdrop pools
Where the mighty oak tree rules
Azaleas lure the questing bee
As does the fragrent lilac tree.
Wayside flowers - a child's bouquet
To decorate their mother's day.
The aster, tulip, cornflower, dahlia,
All are vegetable genitalia.
Spring Lambs
Just arrived, so glad to stay,
The spring lambs fill each shining day
With songs of youth and infant play.
Smartly clad in new white coats
They suckle while their mother dotes..
Before them stretches a golden life
Until next week and the butcher's knife.
The Potato
Boiled potato on my plate
And the two that I just ate
Was this starchy trinity
Formed by labouring plant for me?
A winter food store was proposed
To this cruel fate was not disposed.
When fallen leaves in autumn lie
The plant will simply starve and die.
The Bird's Nest
Little mother on your nest
Your mate and you will do your best
To see your babies grow and fledge.
Here comes the hedger to cut the hedge.
Rabbits
Rabbits feeding upon clover flower
Sheltering neath the bramble bower
Bright your eye and svelte your coat is
But both will be blighted by myxamatosis.
Weather Lore
Oh prescient cone of pine or fir
To whom all weather men defer
If you are wide open the future is dry
If closed, rain will fall from a dark leaden sky.
But tell me, oh tell me what will it betide
If one cone is closed; the other gapes wide.
Rooks
Oh sable birds who with the sun
Your daily duty is begun
And when it sinks into the west
You come back home to take your rest.
When matters rise of some portent
You moot them in your parliament
But when you do does it give you pause
That you are subscribing to the day's good caws.
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