Toucan Dance

There was a queue of tanned toucans lined up on the blue sand
- so early it was still dew damp.
They were sculpting a nude man with their two wings which had evolved into two hands.
They ate goo-ham from a stew can while discussing the cinematography of Tulipan in comparison to their home-made porn on boob-cam.
A few jammed on the blue sand, dancing in a shoe stamp tune camp as the sunset fell with a hue grand enough to feature on the front page of a news stand.

haha! a special toucan poem from Bravo Child