Poems of the Week

Blind bisexual goose stuck in love triangle with two swans dies aged 40

by Bruce Bennett

“… Thomas was then taken to the Wellington Bird
Rehabilitation Trust in 2013 as his health deteriorated.
The trust said: ‘As well as making other blind bird
friends to spend his days with Thomas helped foster
a couple of broods of cygnets along the way… He
lived for corn on the cob and if it wasn’t there when
we put him back into his house at night, he was not
happy.’ Thomas will be buried next to Henry at the
place they called home following a public ceremony
later this month. The organisation, which looks after
up to 400 birds a year, said Thomas proved there was
‘life after sight’ for elderly fowl.” —metro.co.uk

There’s “life after sight”
for elderly fowl.
It seems just and right
there’s “life after sight.”
It’s not endless night.
Don’t throw in the towel.
There’s “life after sight”
for elderly fowl.

There’s corn on the cob.
You even have sex.
No reason to sob.
There’s corn on the cob.
And you have a job—
though you’ve lost your ex.
There’s corn on the cob.
You even have sex!

There’s hope after all,
so, Thomas, three cheers!
Though age can appall,
there’s hope after all.
Your gift is not small.
We’ll live on for years.
There’s hope for us all.
So, Thomas, three cheers!