THE DIPPY DIPPY DIPPING BIRD
By Cavalcader
Thu, 09 Jun 2011
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Bobby bird was long and thin
red hat
with a red nose
and green fan tail
he loved to pose
My dad used to give
him some water
in a glass
so fascinating
to watch
He would bob
backwards and
forewards
all the time!
Made my eyes
go left to right
I put my head on the table
and went off like a light
I'll never forget!
Bobby after all
he was only
A novelty drinking
dipping, dipping, bird
.
all comments please!
Q I wanted to throw the reader's
off until the end.
If anyone want's to know, how it
is really made click onto Wikipedia.
Amazing.
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hello Julie - I really like
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
hello Julie - I really like this.
In the fourth stanza, you don't need the apostrophe in eyes.
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I had one of those 'dippy
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I had one of those 'dippy birds' too Julie. Your poem brought it all back to me;-)
Tina xx
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They make a kind of bobbing
They make a kind of bobbing dippy bird around here, it is carved from a piece of wood then painted a little. The bird is mounted on a small coil spring which in turn stands on a piece of grass turf that comes from mountain cliffs. The grass is completely dry. It is said if you keep the turf moist the grass turns green and starts growing again.
Often they are sold around the shops by pedlars or street vendors. It's mostly used for a decoration or as a toy for children.
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Julie, my dad had a tame
Julie, my dad had a tame budgie who liked sitting on his beer mug rim he liked beer. Always landed up flat on his back on the cage's floor. Name of course, Andy. This all is truth. And I had one who swam in his drinking water- even in winter.
Cheers! Nolan
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Didn't half make me smile
Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on
Didn't half make me smile this one, Julie - I had one of those dippy-birdy things, too! Brought back some memories for me, thank you! :)
Rachel xx
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When we were kids there was
When we were kids there was a kind of toy that if you pushed it over it just bounced back standing every time. It was a little fat man shaped like an egg or a pear with the weight low down. Do you perhaps remember the name of this toy Julie?
You can't keep a good man down.
See you! Nolan
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'Weeble, wobbles but doesn't
Permalink Submitted by RachelPatricia on
'Weeble, wobbles but doesn't fall over' - can't get that out of my head now! Lovely that this poem has ressurected a lot of childhood memories for everyone :)
'I only try help people that's all'
- that you do, Julie, you're such a lovely woman, with a very creative and quirky imagination! I, for one, love it :)
Hope you are well and enjoying what's left of the weekend,
Rachel xx
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