A Myna Bird Please
A myna bird please she said with a grin.
We were all shocked. How had she wandered in?
The store had been locked by our Uncle Ben.
We sold her the bird for a dollar ten.
We were sworn to secrecy, swiftly then.
Bird belonged to crazy grandma Jen.
No one talked. Silent, all ten.
A relief for sure, no more din.
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