kooka-night goodnight

ack-ack-ack-owoo kookaburra calls ack-ack-ack-owoo the sun is down below the ack-ack-ack-ackoo horizon low beneath the world ack-ack-ack kookaburra calls the night to fall ackoo kookaburra the last light is gone the dark is sweeping in kookaburra will you call ack-ack-ack-ackoo again goodnight you kooka-bird goodnight dear kooka bird © Frank Prem, 2017 September 2017 Poem … Continue reading kooka-night goodnight

chooks ‘n kooks

no I’m sorry madam it was an easy mistake to make simple case of misplaced consonant sounds we are the kookaburra orchestra you’re after the chookaburra’s down the road we do uncontrolled yet light-hearted laughter tracks they are the henhouse p’layers exotic artistes © Frank Prem,2009