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Boccana birds.
Boccana birds care for each others chicks in turns.
Boccana birds can be taught the most beautiful words.
In forest tree canopy ferns their young do learn.
With discern for each others chicks.
And each chick learns to fly, to their future chicks which learn so sly.
Boccana birds care for each others chicks in turns.
Boccana birds can be taught the most beautiful words.
In forest tree canopy ferns their young do learn.
With discern for each others chicks.
And each chick learns to fly, to their future chicks which learn so sly.
Boccana birds, part two.
Boccana birds may have a part two.
I feel the have a part to play.
After quite the long day.
Of tending to each others chicks with beautiful disarray.
Yet slick, the young to learn too quick.
Never the less, or shall I say more, future generations to settle their score.
Whatever it be, of anarchy among birds or conformity.
Boccana birds may have a part two.
I feel the have a part to play.
After quite the long day.
Of tending to each others chicks with beautiful disarray.
Yet slick, the young to learn too quick.
Never the less, or shall I say more, future generations to settle their score.
Whatever it be, of anarchy among birds or conformity.
There once was a fish,
Oscar was his name,
his tank was very small,
it really was a shame.
He couldn't bare it any longer,
he had to get out of there,
so he built up some speed,
and flew into the air.
He landed on the floor,
right next to the cat,
kitty was its name,
and was about to get real fat!!
Oscar was his name,
his tank was very small,
it really was a shame.
He couldn't bare it any longer,
he had to get out of there,
so he built up some speed,
and flew into the air.
He landed on the floor,
right next to the cat,
kitty was its name,
and was about to get real fat!!
Yellow mastermind birds.
Yellow mastermind birds flutter in the tree vines clutter.
The vines hang low where tropical water trickles very slow.
When in stormy weather, the yellow mastermind birds hide under large yellow umbrellow tree leaves.
The water trickles from them in the most wonderful weaves.
And in the day, when the weather does obey, the yellow mastermind birds feed on way too fruity tree way less fruity fruit.
And these mastermind birds build their nest under very ancient to stand the times test trees where the test of time did seem to sleaze.
In these tropical trees the much more rare red mastermind bird may be seen, with eyes that are green.
These red mastermind birds fly around in small flocks mixed with faux blue turquoise hue birds that sung the words rad not red.
All the while the red mastermind birds sung the words that they learned from sling bananas to bring monkeys that knew the word banana.
These sling bananas to bring monkeys often brought bananas to the forest floor to eat them.
Yellow mastermind birds flutter in the tree vines clutter.
The vines hang low where tropical water trickles very slow.
When in stormy weather, the yellow mastermind birds hide under large yellow umbrellow tree leaves.
The water trickles from them in the most wonderful weaves.
And in the day, when the weather does obey, the yellow mastermind birds feed on way too fruity tree way less fruity fruit.
And these mastermind birds build their nest under very ancient to stand the times test trees where the test of time did seem to sleaze.
In these tropical trees the much more rare red mastermind bird may be seen, with eyes that are green.
These red mastermind birds fly around in small flocks mixed with faux blue turquoise hue birds that sung the words rad not red.
All the while the red mastermind birds sung the words that they learned from sling bananas to bring monkeys that knew the word banana.
These sling bananas to bring monkeys often brought bananas to the forest floor to eat them.
Pearls, part one.
I feel, pearls are the beads of the ocean shore.
Perhaps, one by one they are the antidote.
Although I doubt so.
The conch shell has long sung her infinite song note by note.
Look how the pearls, in greed do pout.
Shall this poem be of a pearl in its shell or one alone?
On the beach such a lonely pearl may be prone.
Without its shell, and no song for it unknown.
Say a pearl be in its shell.
Who could say, that such a pearl belongs in such a way.
Other than the sway of the conch shells gentle stay.
I feel, pearls are the beads of the ocean shore.
Perhaps, one by one they are the antidote.
Although I doubt so.
The conch shell has long sung her infinite song note by note.
Look how the pearls, in greed do pout.
Shall this poem be of a pearl in its shell or one alone?
On the beach such a lonely pearl may be prone.
Without its shell, and no song for it unknown.
Say a pearl be in its shell.
Who could say, that such a pearl belongs in such a way.
Other than the sway of the conch shells gentle stay.
A poem that has been taught.
Believe it or not, this poem has been taught.
Or perhaps taught its self to the reader.
To this poem, its self may seem the leader.
Perhaps, someone read this poem on the beach.
Would they feel like a conch shell that the waves hath brought?
Or perhaps like the feeling "Look what the waves hath sought".
Or perhaps the reader may feel, "I think not".
Believe it or not, this poem has been taught.
Or perhaps taught its self to the reader.
To this poem, its self may seem the leader.
Perhaps, someone read this poem on the beach.
Would they feel like a conch shell that the waves hath brought?
Or perhaps like the feeling "Look what the waves hath sought".
Or perhaps the reader may feel, "I think not".
A poem that has been taught
This poems part two, I feel, has yet to be taught.
Or has yet to perhaps teach on its own.
Like a shell on the beach, listen to its salty tone.
Perhaps this poem, in its second part, is only getting its start.
This poem may now feel smart.
This poems part two, I feel, has yet to be taught.
Or has yet to perhaps teach on its own.
Like a shell on the beach, listen to its salty tone.
Perhaps this poem, in its second part, is only getting its start.
This poem may now feel smart.
