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Baldasacoot too!
By Katanga
24 July 2008


Oh dear! Please see the previous 'The Baldasacoot' for relevance . . .

Still weeping over this one, so I couldn't resist some more.

The metre's a bit rough, but so's the bird . . .

Apologies!

Comments? Yes please!

Cheers!

John X


Baldasacoot Too

The baldasacoot is a stately bird,
facing near-extinction
and when her mournful cry is heard
you'll know that her distinction

lies in her sorrowful plaintive cry
that echoes in the mountains
of Paradise and Uraguay
in dreams and streams and fountains.

She sings of hair and long-lost tresses
with passion, deep and strong -
in wigs and toupees she now dresses,
or have I got it wrong?

Does such a creature really exist?
I absolutely hope so -
but I consult my long word-list
and find the answer - No!

The baldasacoot, the baldasacoot,
lives in my imagination -
I love her for her featherlessness
wherein lies her fascination.

Reviews
In your imagination?
Written by Josie (2849 comments posted) 24th July 2008
Don't be too sure about that John, for I discovered one in the River Wharfe last year and wrote about it on GW. Six male ducks were trying to drown the poor creature. In the end, it came hurrying up the river bank slope as I slid down past it and into the river. After being helped out, I threw my wet anorak over the poor featherless duck and took it home in the back of the car. In the middle of the night it was seen walking, baldasacoot, through the streets of Ilkley, back to its attackers in the River Wharfe and was never seen again. No, not in your imagination at all! Here in Ilkley - where else?

Written by Phil (7005 comments posted) 24th July 2008
As a fellow featherless one - I can only sympathise. 
 
Phil
I weep!
Written by Katanga (1537 comments posted) 24th July 2008
Oh, Josie, what a truly tragic tale! 
 
Somehow hilarious - I'm sorry! 
 
What's your title on GW? 
 
Cheers! 
 
John X

Written by 1211kellie (177 comments posted) 24th July 2008
Enjoyed this piece John. A very good continuation from the original. 
 
Josie, your tale made me giggle. 
 
 
Kellie :grin

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