The American Birds; But The Dialect Is Not English - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
While I was sitting on the toilet commode in the morning (The senile-type Armenian doctor diagnosed my sickness as ' Bulimia Nervosa' an eating disorder in which overeating alternates with self induced vomiting, dieting or purging.)
What a lovely language of the birds I heard from the top of the Maple tree next-door?
It's very hard to understand their dialogue but some words and the accent were very familiar with a rhyme to me.
'Jack & Jill went up the hill and Gay marriages with a thrill,
Hillary, Obama, John and Bush
Afghanistan, Iran, North Korea and Iraq.'
And I guessed they talked something seriously of the coming fair Election?
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