We Live In a Birdhouse
My husband and I live in a birdhouse the woman said.
I was amused when I met her scrawny necked husband.
He was built like an ostrich with a rear that stuck out.
And long skinny legs, that reminded me of most birds.
I wish he did not wear those striped socks, she said.
I thought their birdhouse was more than appropriate now.
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