The Keets, Goldie and Blueboy, Oh My
There once was a family named Keets
They spoke in a series of tweets
Goldie was yellow and slender, of course
Blueboy was puffy and had no remorse
Together, they’d swing or gaze in the mirror
And watching them peck could not have been dearer
Their house was a castle of plastic and wire
That echoed their chirps, an avian choir
It always sat perched on Grandmother’s table
And that was the start of this family fable
You see, she would often leave open their door
They could fly freely or even explore
But one day, not seeing the window ajar
She sighed as they both winged their way to a star
Blueboy returned but Goldie was free
How Grandmother cried as she did decree
I’ll get my girl back , I’ll call the police
Thinking for certain, they’d listen at least
When asked to provide her name and address
With no second thoughts, she muttered her best
She lived on Byrd Street and this was no joke
They did not believe her, had she misspoke?
Sure lady! They said, no time for a game!
Grandmother and Blueboy were never the same
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