For The Birds Poem by Shelley Byron Keats
For The Birds
Rating: ★3.6
A parrot was sick, yes quite chronic;
he took Henry's poems for a tonic.
He let out a squawk, now all people talk.
Supersonic he died on moronic.
Another parrot, to cultivate mating,
read those poems, (although they were grating!)
Parrot fell with a lurch right off of his perch:
his lady issued 'ones' for her rating!
Saturday, September 3, 2005
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