I really do not talk like this to my white male-quail
- I just concocted this for fun - - - honest ! !
More Quail Talk.
Oh Andy boy,
what has happened to your fine and dandy
coat ?
Are you moulting still ?
I see a feathered layer all around your white
and tattered head
and more are floating to the ground.
Now Andy dear, what is this moping for ?
Do you not find wives attractive any more ?
Are they boring you ?
Come to me and let me soothe your recent
failing malehood.
And may your quaily-brain realize that this
unwise cut of shabby gear
will not appear
again this year, if you are good.
Never fear, you will be calling soon much
clearer for a mate.
And what is more, my brave and cocky male,
I will buy some female stock
come spring,
for I have read that quails come randy-made,
for Andys such as you.
So you must just sit tight and wait,
a quail as white as you should not be blue,
you will feel quite right again
and then attract
a hen or two, or probably a few,
you crafty shaggy rascal
Randy-Andy.
Aw! My heart goes out to Andy the white quail with the blues!!! A gorgeously fluffy write Fay!!! :) kath xxx
Oh! Your cute 'Dandy Andy' definitely popular in poetfreak, and he will be alright quite soon!
lolo i bet you do randy andy is becoming a star
I love the quail-tales and these is a delight. Love the last stanza.
Its ok if you talk to him like that. :) lovely poem
Lol! It just gets better and better - love the play on words in the final two lines Fay!!! :) kath xxx