Alan Gilbert

Rookie (10/03/1946 / Southampton, England.)

Don’t Upset The Birds - Poem by Alan Gilbert

Mrs Wintridge wore a beret
waddling along the street,
tatty coat with buttons missing
ragged slippers on her feet.

In her garden was a fountain
where the birds would come to play,
Mrs Wintridge didn’t like it
screamed at them to go away.

Then she fell into the water
all the birdies gathered round,
saw her splash and cough and splutter
chirped while Mrs Wintridge drowned.

Fathered friends are bathing daily
drinking water as they will,
in that fountain in the garden
where a berets floating still.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 2, 2011

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