Dinner With Bogart
“Phil!” he squawks and Phil replies
Which, naturally, is no surprise
For Bogart’s lived with Phil for years;
They get each other, it appears.
At dinnertime, while we did eat,
The parrot joined us, quite a treat.
He ate his pasta, while we looked,
And also munched on some uncooked.
He delicately nibbled cheese
And broccoli, by small degrees;
But most surprising, we were stricken
By the fact he chomped on chicken.
Guess when birds are raised as pets,
They eat the food their owner gets.
I hope, though, Bogart wasn’t hurt
‘Cause no one offered him dessert!
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