Budgie
BUDGIE
I have a little budgie, his colour is white and blue,
I am teaching him to talk, so far his words are few.
He sits upon my finger, and lets me stroke his chest,
While telling him he’s a pretty boy, and he is best.
One day when he was playing, with a little toy,
I clearly heard him say “pretty boy, pretty boy”.
His vocabulary increased quite dramatically,
Picking up many words when he listened to TV.
“Prices are down, prices are down”, mimicked ads all day,
At times he’d drive me crazy, was tempted to give him away.
Perhaps another budgie was needed with him to sit,
To help quieten him down, but he nearly had a fit!
“Buy one, buy one, then get the second one free”,
On and on he went all day, was very annoying to me
I covered his cage at night, to stop all his loud chatter.
But he kept going on and on, the darkness didn’t matter.
Now I'm glad I kept him, and would like to tell you why,
Because he's passed an audition, for TV ads to try.
He’s become a TV star, which means my days are free,
Others can hear him daily,which really pleases me.
But I've come to realize television was not a good choice.
Being a star's worn him out and he's almost lost his voice
He's become much quieter, doesn't talk as he did before,
I miss his happy chatter, and wont be complaining anymore.
I tell him he's a pretty boy while gently stroking his chest
His days of stardom are over, but he's still the very best.
Now we are great friends, my pretty budgie and me,
And never again will he ever, be appearing on TV.
Copyright © Vivien Wade 2013
Copyright © Vivien Wade | Year Posted 2017
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