Here's a lighthearted piece of verse to counteract the winter blues.
THE PARROT
The Parrot has a tiny brain
but what he has works fairly well
He’ll perch all day, will not complain,
and now and then he’ll ring his bell
then, with a smiling, open beak,
he’ll twitch his tongue, commence to speak.
Now you might think the words he squawks
are fascinating and profound:
what he comes out with when he talks
won’t half impress you and astound
until you stop and think, this bird
is just repeating what he’s heard,
he hasn’t really got a clue,
decisions are beyond his ken,
it’s all a load of ballyhoo,
he’s like that fool at Number 10.
Despite his feathers and his poise,
he’s simply making pointless noise.
Love the closing lines - such truth there.
ReplyDeleteYour words made me smile.
Anna :o]
Thanks, Anna. I think we all know a few folk like that. Thanks for the comment.
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