Cuckoo

A poem from 2017

Listen to a performance...

You know me

I'm funny

Every hour I pop out of old clocks

A silly cry then I'm back in my box

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

You know me

I lay my eggs in another bird's tree

They look after my young for me

Tee hee hee!

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

You know me

I'm often on TV

Appearing to be

A man of the peo-

Ple

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

You don't really know me

It's a charade

I appear benign

But I take what's mine

At the expense of some poor mug

I'm the elite

My feet

Under the table

I'm able

To control you

And you don't even realise it!

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!