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Not sure if this is inappropriate to post or not but I thought those of you
with talking birds might like a chuckle. I wasn't written by me, but a
friend of mine called Boglin.
It's pretty much doom and gloom here, so I thought it might lighten the
mood:
This is the tale of Arnoldo the third
A talented but insolent minor bird
The smallest of chicks from a very large brood
He developed a habit of being quite rude.
"KNICKERS!" he’d cry through the bars of his cage
At each visitor that he wished to enrage
And when covered up with a gingham checked cloth
By his owner at night, he would screech "NOW PUSH OFF!"
Every morning when he was awoken
There were absolutely no pleasantries spoken
Instead of a whistle, or chirped ‘pretty fellow’
He’s open his beak, and "BLEEDING HELL" bellow.
It came to a head last Wednesday, at three
When the vicar from St. Crispin’s came round for tea
The biscuits were served and the Earl Grey was poured
When "YOU POO-STINKY TWERP!" Arnoldo roared
The vicar was startled and knocked over his cup
"Oh my!" said the vicar, whilst Arnoldo "SHUT UP"
He ruffled his feather and danced on his perch
And shouted out "PIDDLE" at a man of the church.
The vicar left quickly in rather a huff
Arnoldo’s owner had just had enough
And despite the bird’s protests, they found a solution
Now each Thursday morning, he goes to - Elocution.
copyright of J. McCard and cannot be reposted without accrediting the
author
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