The monk parakeets do so much chattering
by the park at 5: 30 near evening.
Sue appears to have lost her favorite feather,
apparently; seems she's blaming Heather
Who really wants to nest with Joe
yet he won't give it a go 'cause
He's awfully partial to the
saucy squawks of Dorothy.
And get this - Percy Parakeet feels that
beneath his exterior, he's actually a fish.
Wants desperately to have his wings 'corrected'
into fins, but the venture's very expensive.
Must tune in tomorrow;
same time, same location.
This is just plain great. There's really no more to say about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whimsical and entertaining poem. An excellent write.