The beat provided by the laptop on stage
needed two men to seemingly
twiddle the knob
and press the bells
in which the girls came tumbling down
towards the front and make the monitors
and speakers blush and have
the onlookers either look
on in amazed silence at the agility
and flexibility
of the main girl as she taught
the boy who caught her eye
just how to make love
without touching skin
or making the bed in the morning,
the awkwardness of Saturday
The Cuckoo sings as bright as any bird
and its forest chattering drawl
draws many mouths to smile
as the long awaited Spring peeks its head
from around Winter’s closely gathered shawl.
The odious nature of its parenting skills make the Cockroach
shiver with nerves pumping prehistoric blood
and alien indestructibility. It shakes its scale like protrusion
and it sniffs loudly and the Cuckoo hears from above the trees
soaring in search of a sucker to warm its eggs.
The marble eggs carefully laid by the sparrow, destroyed, turned over, damaged