Poetry

Joe Dolce: Four Poems

The Rime Of The Ancient Gooney Bird The fish were here, the fish were there, The fish were all about: Our hunger growled, and churned and howled, But fish we had caught nought! At length I saw a Gooney Bird,                                  5 Fly o’er the foggy rip, As though it were a Columbidae; We lured it with a chip. A good South Wind rung up like rhyme; The Gooney Bird did dance,                                      10 And every day, for potato cakes, Came down as in a trance! One day it swallowed a fag-butt whole, Lodged sideways in its throat, The bird spun round…

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