Welcome to Week 11 of my Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge. Corvids are birds belonging to the Corvidae family, encompassing ravens, crows, magpies, jays and nutcrackers. So peruse your corvid photo, poetry, music and story archives and join the challenge.
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This week I was caught without my camera at a most inopportune time because I decided to go on a walk for exercise and not photography. I was happy with that decision until I saw two very curious ravens. I also got caught out when I failed to prepare for this week’s challenge, so my contribution today took me in a direction that I might not have otherwise chosen. When you’re in a hurry, smut works. Please be advised that the following poem is a complete work of fiction and no birds were caught fornicating. It is too early for that kind of behaviour.
As all you avid birders ken,
never go out without your big dick lens.
Especially as a wily birdie hunter ace,
chances are you will see a stunning face.
If you think this poem is lewd and crude,
chances are it gets much worse.
Mummy and daddy bird sit on pole up high,
cloaca maximus* pointed to the sky.
Mummy scrummy bird, she flaps her wings,
inviting daddy bird to do his sexy thing.
Cloaca to cloaca, the raunchy deed is done.
resulting in two bouncy baby birds to come.
So for all you birders caught out with only
mobile phone, take heart from she who ought to know.
You see it makes the perfect opportunity
to create some truly awful poetry.
*This poem has nothing to do with Cloaca Maximus.
I would like to thank those who contributed to last week’s challenge. Here are links to all these fabulous contributions. Check them out if you can.
Bet you’re glad that’s over.