Tweeter My Canary
Judy said her friend's perfume was much too severe
Her canary Tweeter, was alive before she got there
Loved Tweeter so much
He was so old, he needed a crutch
Flew with a limp, I cried when he died, buckets of tears
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
