David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,044 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Riff On Lainey's Feathers - Poem by David McLansky

I'll get a feather;
You get a feather;
Make that two or three;
Tickle me on the neck,
I'll tickle you on the knee;
We'll use the feathers
To fly away
Laughing as we rise;
Oh how happy we shall be
Soaring in the sky;

And when the evening
Settles down
We'll spread the feathers
On the ground
Forming there
A bowered nest
Where in comfort
We may rest;
And then we'll play
Our feather game
And laugh and laugh and laugh
Utnil our laughter does exhaust
Two cuckoo birds of fame.


Comments about Riff On Lainey's Feathers by David McLansky

  • Rookie - 475 Points Wenjun Liu (5/9/2014 11:51:00 PM)

    Beautifully written, I'm intrigued. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (5/9/2014 1:13:00 AM)

    wonderful poem, very different. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 8, 2014



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