My Parrot
My parrot loves to squawk and talk
but even more that that
she barks just like our doggies
and meows just like a cat.
she loves to whistle many tunes
but sometimes makes you frown
by screeching while you’re on the phone,
to make you put it down!
I'd like to gag the pesky thing
so she could never speak.
But I cannot find a gag so small
it fits around her beak.
So we have to sit and bear the noise
of her shrieking in our ear
unless of course we let her out
and watched her disappear.
But alas she cannot fly
she's much too blinking fat:
for every time we have some food
she screams as well for that.
Maybe one day she'll whisper
when she's really, really old.
But these parrots live for seventy years
or more, or so I'm told!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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