With a Hat Like a Bishop's, What Else Would You Expect?
Two woodpeckers poked, and pecked,
made one heck-of-a
mess of sawdust and splintery wood.
The one with sideburns
had a moment of concern,
but the other said, "You've misunderstood!
We'll wiggle our hips
and smooth down those chips.
We're nesting! It's our parenthood!"
Then she lifted both legs.
Popped out six dozen eggs.
And was nominated for avian sainthood.
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Six dozen? That does sound as though it would qualify her for sainthood! What a cute title :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Diane! And THIS is why a hip-wiggling Mrs. should always be in charge!
ReplyDeleteI love your woodpecker parenthood splintery wood sainthood word play. We have red headed woodpeckers and I love to watch them.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone! This challenge certainly was challenging!
ReplyDeleteReally loved this post. I wanted to get to this ditty challenge.....but so needed to be done teaching school for the year and to unwind from that frenetic energy! Thanks for challenging us. It's really fun! I've posted My Tree House poem on my blog and will figure out how to link it here....baby steps in this for me ;)
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