Feathered Kerfuffle
My parrot loves to squawk and talk
but even more than that
it barks just like our doggies
and meows just like a cat.
It loves to whistle many tunes
so loud it’s quite absurd
especially when you’re on the phone
so you can’t hear a word.
I'd like to gag the pesky thing
so it could never speak.
but cannot find a gag so small
it fits around its beak.
We have to sit and bear the noise
of shrieking in our ear,
unless of course we let him out
and watched him disappear?
But alas our parrot cannot fly
he's much too blinking fat,
for every time we have some food
he screams as well for that.
Maybe one day he'll whisper,
when he's really, really old.
But the buggers live for 70 years,
or more…… or so I'm told!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2013
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