My Bird Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

My Bird



My Bird
My bird is a parrot.
He is funny as can be.
He hangs upside down in his cage. Like a bat.
He squawks and screams to let you know that he is there.
But he is the funniest when he says get me the hell out of here.
Woody is his name and he'll tell you he's a good boy.
He flies through the house without a care landing on your head to let you know he cares.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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