Larrikin Lorikeets

 

‘Rainbow lorikeets…have been wreaking havoc
after getting ‘drunk’ on fermented nectar’ – Daily Mail

 

 

Rainbow lorikeet [Wikimedia Commons.]

 

 

The lorikeet
is the larrikin of parrots.
Her back is green.
Her breast as orange as carrots.

 

Her head is blue.
Her neck has blobs of yellow.
Her beak is red.
Her mood is far from mellow.

 

Her brilliant plumage is a work of art.
And in summer she gets pissed as a fart.

 

 

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About Damian Balassone

Damian Balassone is a failed half-forward flanker who writes poetry. He is the author of 'Strange Game in a Strange Land'.

Comments

  1. Damian
    I am told they are fine drinking companions . Boon boozers all
    Cheers
    Nank

  2. :)

  3. The good old trust as rust Daily Mail, where truth goes to rot.

    Love your take on their standing and summers DB.

    I do want to acknowledge that while a number of Rainbow Lorikeets may wreak some havoc, mostly they’re just out, having fun, some dancing, grooving and seeing which one of them can tell the biggest lies. Then the Mail gets involved, and then one of our esteemed poets gets to giving the lorikeet a bit of “flair” and now they see themselves as larrikins. Onya

  4. DBalassone says

    Ha. Hey, don’t knock the Daily Mail, they gave us the story of the ‘testicle-eating fish’ which could be in our waters this summer. Apparently, they are migrating South. This will be my next poem.

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