Lynn Kincade

(04 November 2009 / Australia)

Struttin' the Peacock Rag


(Just a note. For those of you that don't own peacocks - we have 17 - the males lose their long tail feathers in autumn - not that it stops them struttin' the peacock rag)

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Flash the blue high stepper
Doffing the green fedora
Sparkle the blades
Down the legs
And strut the peacock rag

Wink your wings to the ladies
Croon that old siren song
Hop with the rest
Show her your best
And strut the peacock rag

Spring is your casino royale
Summer is Reno and Vegas
Swooning the hens
Mooning the wrens
And strutting the peacock rag

But alas it is now coming winter
The tail is tattered and bare
Lost the last feather
Damn this weather
And strutting the peacock rag

You waggle your tail boldly
And furl your pinions up high
Sadly only stubs
No eyes, only nubs
Trying to peacock rag.

And the ladies are all a twitter
Giggling in a dither
At their silly peacock rag.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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  • Martin O'Neill (1/23/2012 5:48:00 PM)

    I love this! So real! Great observation and personification! I have watched peacocks and heard their unearthly screams whilst camping: -)
    I hit your page because of the message you sent me and I'm glad I did. Now need to read the poem you messaged me about. (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (6/22/2009 9:22:00 PM)

    Such a musical poem - I can almost hear the banjo accompanying it. As Jerry mentions below, we share our little Mount Dandenong garden with a couple of stray peacocks (sorry one peacock and one peahen) . You might like to check out my poems on the subject. They are certainly fascinating and highly amusing characters, which readily inspire the creative pen. A charming little ditty written with flair and a cheeky smile. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Jerry Hughes (6/17/2009 6:47:00 PM)

    We've got a visiting cock and hen who call in daily for their sunflower seed breakfast and dinner, you've describe them well in your Struttin' the Peacock Rag... (Report) Reply

  • Goran Gustafsson (6/17/2009 1:10:00 AM)

    I smiled throu the whole piece. We don't have peacocks around but others who strutt their rag. :) Best Göran (Report) Reply

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