The peacock parades exquisitely.
Displays the glory of his tail,
the hens ignore him easily.
This bold display was bound to fail
The peacock has misjudged his time.
The hens aren’t ready to be wooed.
Although he thinks he is sublime
it’s not the time for hens to brood.
He’s young and inexperienced.
As yet he does not understand,
his tiny brain still hasn’t sensed.
The hens not he are in command.
The females don’t appreciate
his urgency he’ll have to wait.
20-Jan-09
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I'm not into anything like this. It's mating and I 'd rather plain ordinary poetry about people one meets etc. But do not be disappoointed it is a good poem - there are others who probably will love this.
A captivating write, Ivor. Teenagers....what're ya gonna do with em? Best wishes Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clever, i enjoyed it :)