Sylvester had a speech impediment,
And the Tweety Bird, he persued;
To catch that bird, he was adamant-
No matter how often, he'd lose.
Now Tweety bird liked to baby-talk,
No matter how close death came-
He knew he'd be back, next episode
And they'd get to do it again.
I laughed and I laughed and I...lol I laughed and I Laffed till the end of the bell The economy of taking a-taxes too far winds up with 0 in St Pattys Bar best I could do on the spot....hope it was spot on.... ;) your poem made me laugh... a lot...thanks
Just reminded me of someone who wrote in to BBC Radio 2 under the pen name of Saffron Succotash. Poor old Terry Wogan (the presenter) nearly died laughing on air!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always thought Tweety Bird was a male. So I looked it up (gotta love the internet) to make sure..will never forget his little voice; I thot I saw a puddy-cat..I DID! I DID see a puddy-cat..