My dreams are full of it. This poem is about one.
"A cuckoo clock shop
Is full of cuckoos
(And) that's where they all live
They're not cockatoos
In a cuckoo clock shop
Because that's where cuckoos give
(Nuts to a cuckoo
Not a cockatoo)."
The diagram above explains this (without nuts).
6 comments:
SHUTUP!!!! Won't be nasty about this post. You're cuckoo enough egg. *eating kookeyegg*
Oh! I love horloge coucou!
But shhhhhhhh... don't cuckoo too much to Hellcat, she's getting a little fat, and the cuckoos are too fast for her... but shhhhh... I didn't told you that! :@)
Hellcat... are you a cuckoo?
CrazyPiggy... thank you, I did'nt know I had one. Hellcat is a cuckoo.
Egg looks like a nut.
A ‘cockatoo’ is a lookout for two-up schools of illegal gambling rooms where the Australian game of two-up is played. So glad they weren't cockatoos.
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