The Old Bird Got Roasted
Mum roasted a ptarmigan for tea
But the meal didn't satisfy me
It was a scrawny old bird
The taste was pretty absurd
So I'm off to the chip shop quickly!
On Monday I was using a random word generator and it came up with Ptarmigan which is a word I had never heard of. I've since discovered it's a bird which is native to Canada but they can also be found in Scotland
06-17-17
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