A NIGHT AT HOOTERS
Our village is buzzing,
TV people are coming,
Yet no one’s on their way to the moon.
“What we’ll shoot is much cuter”,
Said the balding producer,
Orchestrating his camera crew.
The auberge is booked up;
They’ve brought all sorts of stuff
Just to film by the light of the moon.
“This is unprecedented,
Just so utterly splendid,”
The man gushed as festivities loomed.
This level of fervour
Is so far unheard of
For fowl dancing under the moon.
Yes, you did read that right;
Fowl let loose when it’s bright
At the Gingins Poultry’s Last Saloon!
An owl sets the mood
In a tree near the coop,
As he hoots by the light of the moon.
This nocturnal MC,
A Carl Cox devotee,
Is the bees’ knees in fowl pleasing tunes.
The hens are all grooving,
The cocks cockadoodling
As they rock by the light of the moon.
The turkey is sloshed,
His girlfriend’s in a strop,
He’ll be nuggets; that stewed dude is doomed!
Now human paparazzi
Have gate-crashed the party,
Tickled pink by the light of the moon!
The owl is twit-twooing,
Every bonbon is moving
In a mind-blowing feathery swoon!
By dawn it’s a wrap,
The TV trucks all packed,
The sun’s stolen the light of the moon.
But tonight, we’ll all cheer
In front of our TVs
As the owl’s rhythmic hooting resumes.
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