The Pukeko And The Kiwi Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The Pukeko And The Kiwi



RED-NOSED STICKY BEAKS AND QUIET ACHIEVERS


Pūkeko:

You wouldn't come down from the tree
To grub the forest free
Like the good Kiwi.

Quirky- perky; gawky-jerky,
Clumsy-lurky; swampie-turkey

Pūkeko:

Now a stubborn mean old marshy
Poking a red flash nosey
How would you be?

Quirky- perky; gawky-jerky,
Clumsy-lurky; swampie-turkey

...

Kiwi:
Once aloft flight-borne and feathery
Adorned in coloured finery
Nought left to see.

Quaintly-quietly; darkly-shyly
Dimly-dainty; delving-nightly

Kiwi:
Brave one, flying down from the tree
To grub the forest free
Loved by Tāne.

Quaintly-quietly; darkly-shyly
Dimly-dainty; delving-nightly.

Saturday, October 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Birds
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