As culture vultures, should we embrace buzzard-words or duck them?
Is it true that Alexander Litvinenko was assassinated because emu too much?
Is everyone here pigeon in and pulling their weight?
Maybe they think we’re too gull-ible?
Might they egret that later on?
Viaduct, you say? Vy not a chicken?
Vhat’sa matta you, you hard of heron?
Vy does Putin vant you Crane so much?
Maybe it’s for the Chicken Kiev? Whydah nations quail before him?
Maybe he’s henpecked by his wife?
Would she rather have a strap-on woodpecker?
Does Putin wear strap-on tits, or would that be too grouse?
Now you’re talking about Putin’s boobies?
Whose tern is it?
Did we take a tern for the nurse, oops, I mean worse?
What kind of a dodo would ask a question like that?
Wood thrush?
Do you S.P.E.C.T.R.E. an honest answer?
Haven’t I always said that my word is my Bond?
Should I do a Solo?