My magpie eye cannot resist
the shining lure of bling.
My magpie mind cannot desist
from wanting ev'ry thing -
evry'thing that glitters -
sequin covered gowns -
lurex on my knickers
and diamante crowns.
My magpie eye can spot it
from fifty miles away,
but even when I've got it
the lust won't go away.
I used to pick up money -
bright shiny golden coins
that made the day seem sunny
and bade my heart rejoice.
But paper notes that crinkle
and plastic notes that cling
don't have that lustrous twinkle
that draws my heart to bling.
My magpie nest is cluttered,
there's hardly room for me
because my heart has fluttered
each time I chanced to see
some shiny aluminium foil,
a gleaming shard of glass,
whose brightness made my passions boil.
I simply could not pass.
But now I'm in a dreadful plight
because my magpie eye
once saw a bow of shining light
that stretched across the sky.
.
I wanted to so madly -
to add it to my store
but all has ended badly
cos what I'm looking for
is just the way that light goes,
when sun shines through the rain.
A magpie chasing rainbows
is doomed to go insane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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