| Humor Poetry
posted October 14, 2020
Rhymed humorous poem
I'm gonna run a bird café—it's called the Parak'eaterie.
I'll fill it up with perches, ball toys, ladders, and bird-seederie.
The bird baths will be private,
with chew toys that are violet,
and yellow, turquoise...plus some mirrors for the birdies' preenery!
The budgies will not budge at all; they'll ask for seconds, sure,
of little birdseed muffins, or spring water, cold and pure.
They'll gnaw on cuttlebones, then
chirp and chatter at that time when
fun birdie videos are played on Youtube with allure.
Each parakeet will have a seat to swing on any day.
They'll all have dangling dingle-bells to tinkle or to sway.
And should they chance to meet
a flirtatious parakeet,
then tiny tables will await, where they can kiss and play.
I must invest in cleaning, with a vacuum that will fit
below the cage, inside the cage, whatever place that it
is needed to clean raw spots
of seeds and small 'deposits'
those birdies leave whenever it is time...to...go.
I know you thought another word, but it's not one I know.
Rhyming Poem contest entry
Parakeet clip art from royalty free search on Internet.
and 2 member cents.
Preenery is a perfectly good word...rhymes with scenery.
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