Slams Destroyed Her Head
She was slammed by slam poetry, boo hoo!
Some folks wondered about the hullabaloo.
When bombarded with dread,
Sad thoughts destroyed her head.
Now, she thinks she’s a blithering cuckoo!
© July 17, 2010
There was a cuckoo-bird lived by a lake
Thought that a great fisherman he would make
But when he set up his lines
To devour the bait he pined
He'd snarf down all the worms, for heaven's sake
There was a woman who lived down the block
her Valentine gift was a cuckoo clock,
so when she pulled the bird's chime
he sang out this Cupid rhyme...
"Hey baby, will you show me your tick tock?"
There was once a Swiss clock-maker named Brachs
Who specialized in making cuckoo clocks
But with age he'd lost his touch
He went cuckoo inasmuch
Striving to keep ticks in sync with the tocks
Clock-maker Fritz lived in Bavaria
He was known as best in that area
It was cuckoo clocks he made
None were better at that trade
Cuckoo was he, prone to hysteria
Have a cuckoo son named Scott
When he talks people giggle a lot
With his silly antics
A slight bit manic
A true chip off this old guy's block
Cuckoo has an undeserved reputation
Actually there should be a celebration
They understand it is best
To lay their eggs in another’s nest
Foster bird raises their young to fruition