He perches above my kitchen table
Does that somehow a curse enable?
Jersey’s parakeet got away
Now on my roof it likes to stay
I wouldn’t mind but this thing craps
Enough to fill the downspout traps
No doubt this once was Jersey’s bird
The DNA matches dear Ed’s turd
The one that Pee Wee sent to me
After Jersey’s trailer-able poetry
Self defense he claimed it was
Mean Tall Woman agreed just because
So now I’m stuck here with his pet
Can’t get immodium from the vet
The next door neighbor now complains
The yard turns white every time it rains
But it ain’t snow that coats the grass
Just something else that’s come to pass
Now the EPA’s knocking at my door
I wonder what they have in store
C’mon Ed I’m begging you
I’ll even pay the postage too
I’ll make the deal ever so sweet
If you’ll just take back your damn parakeet
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Ron
As per this poem- unfortunately I do very often see vultures feasting on the deer that don't make it across the roads in my high deer area.
You know how I know Polly wants a cracker? A little bird told me.
Might have been Ed's.
John
Another touching, tremendously original write here Patrick ;)
Christine
Pee Wee, Mean Tall Woman, and Ma
After all it did all the way to Calif roam,
I tried to keep it here in Jersey,
But he wanted to be somewhere thats warmer,
Just keep your eyes on him, as when he lived with Mr. Ed,
He was always telling him on me, he was a dirty little informer...Jerseeeeeeeey
Chip Bergeron
Anna
Your friend to the south; Markie