Early this morning I was awakened
By two raucous cockatoos
One was young and gleaming white
One was old and dingy grey
"Look at me" screamed the young bloke
"I am ready to take on the jungle
With all its relevant and tuff dwellers"
"Oh" said the old bloke "not me"
"I will just sit here and relax a little"
"Stupid senile old Crow
You are naught but a Chicken
In all sense of the word" jeered junior
As he leapt on the wing
Later that day a gentle breeze
Played with the pile of soft white feathers
Laying under the Guava tree in the rainforest
Home to a beautiful glossy Python
Meanwhile back at Geoffrey's house
Mr dirty old grey decided whether to eat
The passionfruit, lemons, mandarins
Or pineapple Guavas - you know the ones
That young Cockatoos love so much
He knew there would be plenty…..
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