The Feather (Browning Parody) Poem by Terri Turrell

The Feather...A Parody

This is the feather that tickled,
Causing such unseemly laughter,
Ah unfair fate finger fickled,
She wasn't the lass I was after.
La, I'm a compliment crafter
quickly I left while
she giggled, -
With feather extended, waving and
wiggled!



Misconceptions 1
Robert Browning

This is a spray the bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray's, which the fly-
ing feet hung to, -
So to be singled out, built in, and sung
to!

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