A Parroty of Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary
incessant chatter, oh so cheery,
came from the cage across the floor.
Words I taught him flowed like water,
choke his scrawny ass is what I oughta.
Quoth the parrot, “Get some more.”
Eagerly I wished to borrow
from the sales flyer, starts tomorrow,
page after page of bargains galore.
Creasing corners to save my place,
mentally filling an empty space.
The damn bird screams “Get some more.”
The rustling of the damask curtain
was the breeze, of this I’m certain.
Entering through the half-opened door.
Back to shopping plans I venture,
no one’s at the door to enter.
From the bird stand I hear “Get the door.”
Then in my easy chair I was turning,
chili heartburn had me burning.
No Rolaids, I sure could use a cure.
Into the kitchen I go searching
while my esophagus is lurching.
Again the feathered refrain “Get some more.”
And the parrot, never flitting,
like for a portrait he is sitting,
for some she bird to adore.
For some seed he now screeches,
with pleading words he beseeches.
Aw come on now “Get some more.”
My peace is shattered one last time.
I’m wishing now for pantomime.
Incessant bird badgering I can’t ignore.
I grab his neck just like a bottle,
a little twist and a little throttle,
I’ll suffer that damned parrot – “nevermore.”
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2008 AlwaysMyWords
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