Debbie Aherne

He Tweets No More - Poem by Debbie Aherne

There was a little birdie it sang all bloody day
Couldn't shut the thing up had so much more to say
It sang all through the morning my only peace was night
Got to get rid of that birdie i'm sick of all it's shite

Now next door had a pussy cat Suzie was her name
You thinking what i'm thinking Yeh she can take the blame
I lead her to the apple tree where birdie likes to perch
And place her on the branches where she begins to start her search

That should bleeding do it a bit of peace at last
But what the hell was that just then it's Suzie running past
I look up to the apple tree but birdie isn't there
But on my kitchen table really giving me a stare

I walk over to the table and ask birdie what is wrong
And the cheeky little fooker decides to burst loudly into song
I've had enough you have to go can't take it anymore
Look who's crept in so quietly and creeping across the floor

It's fur ball Suz the cat next door all wide eyed and wanting lunch
With a crash and a bang and a pow wow wow comes one almighty crunch
Well the cats all full and licking her lips and theres feathers all over the floor
It's such a shame but nevermind the fookin birdie won't sing no more.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012

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