The Parrot - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
This bird had an attitude,
Right from the start.
It's bright verdure,
It's cute curved beak.
I told him to say the word love,
And so he recited 'love.'
I asked him to say the phrase,
I love you.
So he said, 'I love you.'
Realizing what he said,
'No I really love you.'
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