Mr. and Mrs. Blyth hornbill,
A couple at Lincoln Park Zoo.
The Missus henpecks me until
I bring a fig for her to chew.
The Bird House is where we are at.
Just wander down the corridor
To the Deep Forest habitat.
Listen for my song of amor,
Which I do sing when I forgot
Something the Missus did request.
She is such a forget me not,
And sometimes can be such a pest.
I often plead ignorance with
The wife, cuz ignorance is Blyth.
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Ha ha. Ignorance is Blyth indeed. Loved it. Your sonnets always have a great punch line. Did you mean to capitalize Hornbill, though?