I have a little parakeet
Her name’s Epiphanie.
She likes to play and make a mess
She tries to talk to me.
The things she says
Are quite a hoot
Her words most often
Don’t compute.
My little bird must think it queer
I shut her up when she is near
The things she says are so absurd
I’m much too busy for a bird.
9 comments:
TWEET!!!! Completely get it! Brilliance.
I must admit. When I first read it, having been dulled into a stupor by reading published studies all day, I missed the headline, and I pronounced the bird-on-the-brain's name as "Epi FANNY!"
you add sooooo much to the group!
I like! Lots of truth there! Did you tweet this one? ;-)
All of you are cracking me up.
(Thank you, Mary Ann. What if I had never come to see Don Asmussen at your book store? The thought scares me.)
p.s. Waterfall, you and 'tude were really the first people to ever leave comments on this blog. It's so good to see you again.
Love this
I love it- the reference to R. Frost is brilliant.~ad
Stray and Anna: Thank you for stopping by the blog on a snowy evening!
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