The Ugly vulture flaps and hops,
Pecks at scraps and walks and stops,
Flies to a tree and looks around
For rotting rubbish on the ground.
He likes dead things and he pecks them clean
He's horribly ugly, dull and mean
Hunchy shoulders, old bold head,
He'd like me better if I were dead!
But look at him in the high blue sky
Round and round you see him fly.
Higher and higher he turns and swings,
Climbing the air with unmoving wings.
Vulture is a big bird that lives in the bush especially in the desert were there is many dead animals.
This is one poem I will never forget I remember in primary 5 where I boy demonstrated the poem it was so interesting this was about 21 years ago
ReplyDelete😊😝😝😝😁 Same here
DeleteThis poem will forever be gold to me... Over 20 years and I still remember like I was taught yesterday.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite primary school poem. I would never forget
ReplyDeleteWow! It's still stuck in my head over 30 years ago. My best poem ever!
DeleteMehn... This poem is still stuck in my head from 20 years ago
ReplyDeleteThis is a poem I can not forget. I can still recite it from beginning to the end for my children after 32 years ago.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a hegemonic view of one whose definition of ugliness is one-sided. It's high time its trashed to the dumps to be pecked by vultures as it spells doom to our featherly-friend, our faculty cleaners, naturally made to be natures clean up crew...Izu Kings
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