Parrot Poem by Denis Martindale

The parrot pecked and pecked and pecked,
His meal was oh so sweet,
When it was tricky to inspect,
He gripped it with his feet...
He pecked and pulled and pecked and pulled,
Until he was cross-eyed,
Until at last his anger cooled,
His beak now opened wide...

'I won't give up! I won't give in! '
So had another go,
At first, he started with a grin,
Till chagrin came to grow...
He stamped his feet upon the food,
Then he jumped up and down,
Displaying rage in such foul mood,
His crown now wore a frown...

He tore a morsel off a strip
Then chomped the rascal fast,
Like he was on an ego trip,
Now he ate food at last...
He ate the lot that afternoon,
Despite his flagging powers,
Then suddenly he stopped to swoon...
Worn out, he slept for hours!



Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent wildlife
painting by Stephen Gayford nb Google search:

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