What is Pheasant Plucker?
1.
An agricultural worker, whose specialist services and expertise are eagerly sought after by members of the opposite sex.
"Ooh, young man, your ANIMAL HUSBANDRY skills are superb!" exclaimed Thelma, in the throes of ecstasy as, ploughing a broad furrow through her tropical heartland, Everard fondled and fed her large, bearded beast.
The opinion of the veteran SHAGATHA - formed from many years' experience in the field - was soon enthusiastically endorsed by her sister Maud, who had been vigorously grooming the beak on her own GREAT CRESTED GREBE while awaiting the chance to become better acquainted with the TALENTED COUNTRYMAN.
"What a PHEASANT PLUCKER!" the satisfied ladies chirruped, their VERTICAL SMILES gaping smugly in unison.
See bushman , thatcher , Persson
2.
pleasant fucker; a corruption first overheard at a Haddasah lunch meeting.
"So, Evelyn, I hear you're seeing Mortie Freedman. He's a pheasant plucker?"
"Yes, Joyce, and a svell dancer, too."
See pheasant , pleasant , swell , fucker , plucker
3.
Somebody who plucks the feathers off pheasants, of course.
Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man,
I try to understand him and I help him all I can,
But sometimes of an evening I feel a trifle dim,
All alone and plucking pheasants when I'd rather pluck with him.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Cause the pheasant plucker's late.
I'm not good at plucking pheasants, pheasant plucking I get stuck,
Though some peasants find it pleasant I'd much rather pluck a duck,
Oh, but plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease
But plucking pheasants is sheer torture, for they haven't any grease.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
He has gone out on the tiles,
He only plucked one pheasant
And I'm sitting here with piles.
You have to pluck them fresh, if they're fresh it's not unpleasant,
I knew a man in Dunstable, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
They say the village constable has pheasant plucking sessions
With the vicar of a Sunday 'tween the first and second lessons.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant pluckers come.
My good friend Godfrey's most adept, he's really got the knack,
He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.
I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
It's really all this pheasant plucking keeps us here together.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's friend,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
As a means unto an end.
Me husband's in the woods all day, a-banging with his gun,
If he could hear me heartfelt cries, then surely he would run,
For I've fluff in all me crannies and there's feathers up me nose,
And I'm itchin' in the kitchen' from me head down to me toes.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
And when we pluck together
It's a pheasant plucking life!
See Pete
"Ooh, young man, your ANIMAL HUSBANDRY skills are superb!" exclaimed Thelma, in the throes of ecstasy as, ploughing a broad furrow through her tropical heartland, Everard fondled and fed her large, bearded beast.
The opinion of the veteran SHAGATHA - formed from many years' experience in the field - was soon enthusiastically endorsed by her sister Maud, who had been vigorously grooming the beak on her own GREAT CRESTED GREBE while awaiting the chance to become better acquainted with the TALENTED COUNTRYMAN.
"What a PHEASANT PLUCKER!" the satisfied ladies chirruped, their VERTICAL SMILES gaping smugly in unison.
"So, Evelyn, I hear you're seeing Mortie Freedman. He's a pheasant plucker?"
"Yes, Joyce, and a svell dancer, too."
Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man,
I try to understand him and I help him all I can,
But sometimes of an evening I feel a trifle dim,
All alone and plucking pheasants when I'd rather pluck with him.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Cause the pheasant plucker's late.
I'm not good at plucking pheasants, pheasant plucking I get stuck,
Though some peasants find it pleasant I'd much rather pluck a duck,
Oh, but plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease
But plucking pheasants is sheer torture, for they haven't any grease.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
He has gone out on the tiles,
He only plucked one pheasant
And I'm sitting here with piles.
You have to pluck them fresh, if they're fresh it's not unpleasant,
I knew a man in Dunstable, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
They say the village constable has pheasant plucking sessions
With the vicar of a Sunday 'tween the first and second lessons.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant pluckers come.
My good friend Godfrey's most adept, he's really got the knack,
He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.
I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
It's really all this pheasant plucking keeps us here together.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's friend,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
As a means unto an end.
Me husband's in the woods all day, a-banging with his gun,
If he could hear me heartfelt cries, then surely he would run,
For I've fluff in all me crannies and there's feathers up me nose,
And I'm itchin' in the kitchen' from me head down to me toes.
I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
And when we pluck together
It's a pheasant plucking life!
