My Replacement Man
This bird has pizazz, perkiness, and he is popular.
I rolled my eyes inside my head, for she owes me money.
Seriously, she said, I felt you rolling your eyes, but he is magnificent.
What is his talent? I demanded. Singing? Dancing? Telling jokes?
Not sure he has one, but all the women love him! She assured me.
I met him on a Tuesday. He was jazzy, and wonderful.
I liked him instantly. Brought him home, and kicked my boyfriend out.
What did I ever do? Motormouth boyfriend screamed from outside.
I put on music and began to dance, determined to keep the bird forever.
I have not heard you sound this happy for a long time, my mother said.
What is different?
I have a new bird, I told her. He is porcelain, and he does not talk.
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