A funny noise the crow did make,
a sort of whistle and then a ‘scrreek!’
along with a shuffle of tail feathers,
a flap of wing;
as high upon a branch
the crow did sing.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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40 days and 40 nights
It rained
for 40 days
and 40 nights,
and on the 39th day
I had gone out
and bought an umbrella.
.
40 days and 40 nights
it had rained,
and still there was
a hosepipe ban.
.
“40 days and 40 nights?
Why couldn’t it have just rained
in the night time?”
said the dog,
of the curious incident fame.
.
“40 days and 40 nights?
“In a row?” queried an itinerant crow.
.
And the deserted village
disappeared into the reservoir for a second time.
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Another poem about a crow
The Crow rowed across the sky;
for a change, I assume.
And to make this a poem
I rhyme the word why –
why?
Well, it’s what I do –
at least I try.
The Crow Crew
The crow crew
didn’t want to row to Crewe;
so, they took the train instead.
Perched upon the roof
three seats to the wind,
they watched as the world went by;
from the buffet car they fed.
Truth be told,
the crow crew
didn’t really want to go to Crewe,
but they had to go
as they’d been sent
off to crewe,
and so off to Crewe they went.
Ugly Duckling
‘There once was an ugly duckling –
turned out to be a baby swan –
rookie error!’ said the crow.
.
The rook took offence to this.
‘Now listen here,’ he started,
‘You crows always diss
us rooks.
I know we haven’t got your looks,
or the brains that you were born with;
but we knows the difference
between a duckling and a cygnet,
a hawk and a handsaw,
and chalk and cheese.
‘So, please, will you stop
looking down upon my kind?’
.
The crow, looked below,
and asked the rook,
‘Why is a Raven like a writing desk?’
The rook didn’t know the answer,
and the crow wasn’t telling.
.
The rook flew off, yelling,
‘You think you’re a clever so-and-so,
but it isn’t just me that doesn’t know!’
.
This was true, but the crow
held the higher ground,
from which position
he’s always found
that a positive claim
would bring him fame –
whether he was correct or not.
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Blackbird
Blackbird
The crow is a black bird;
however, the blackbird is not a crow;
but did you know,
that not all blackbirds are black birds,
and you can have a white crow?
Albino? Or just pigmented differently?
the female of the species?
An anomaly?
Or just covered head to toe
in snow?
I crow a saw
I crow a saw
sky across the fly
it me confused so
it words my muddled,
Crow I saw a
across fly the sky
confused so it me,
why don’t know I
The Crowfly
The Crowfly
I was attacked by a crowfly yesterday;
it came straight at me,
in that way that crowflies do.
A Crow Flow
A crow flow
A crow
flow
across the sky;
well, I have to be truthful,
the crow, he flew,,,
as did I.
As the crow flies
As the crow flies
One lone crow
in a sky-blue sky;
I walked along
as he flew by;
upon his way
he did go;
where that was
I do not know.
Graeme Sandford 