did Great Aunt Min
keep a pub
she called an inn.
And there, within,
in golden cage
a regal bird
(then all the rage),
Though quite absurd,
would pass its beak
until it heard
the magic words:
"Time, if you please!
Time ladies and
Ti..i..ime... if you please!"
At which the bird
would stretch and shake
and lift its beak
as if to say
"Who reckons me
too dumb to speak?"
And loudly then,
with raucous squawk
his fruity talk:
"Aint you buggers
got no homes?
Aint you buggers
got no homes?
Aint you buggers
got no homes?"
until Aunt Min
turned out the light
and locked them in
to pass the night,
when meek and mild
as any child
he'd settle down
and wait for her
to cover him.
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Thursday, 19 January 2012
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One of those funny stories of life and living turned into a poem. Well done.
The bird is her good friend and speaks for her, isn't it? Cute and a little melancholy.
This poem really conjures up a picture for me (and sound).
The great glorious nursery rhymes in the background is what I feel here, I particularly enjoyed the adjective "fruity" connected to the bird's words.
I could just imagine the parakeet squawking his fruity talk in a crowded noisy inn :-).
Oh yes, I do remember having a parakeet when I was a kid. Tippy was a blue parakeet. She never was much (not at all, if truth be told) into talking!
Hehehe, this parakeet was smart: he only spoke when needed, hehehe.
I really like your cute humour.
smiles. this was a delight to read...still smiling...nice one dave...
Fantastic! This sort of reminds of the parrot in East of Eden that curses despite the Godliness of its caretaker!
Thanks for saying this.
Not sure that's how I've always seen it. Just a bit of fun.
Well, yes, you have to laugh!
Strange in a way - she was a most forbidding lady. Always dressed in black. And in those days it was a rough area.
Good you thought so.
That, too, is good to hear. Thanks.
Nursery Rhymes, yes! I go with that.
There's certainly room to let the imagination rip, I agree.
To the best of my knowledge this bird said nothing beyond what I've recorded.
Many thanks for this. I think the bird had a nice little number there.
Thanks - returning the smiles.
True. Like the comparison.
I love this - pas devant les enfants - ou les perroquets, n'est-ce pas?
I don't think there would ever have been children there. It really was a rough old place.
Great that Aunt Min had the bird for last call - even those with a little too much ale couldn't begrudge a talking parakeet. My Mom had parakeets when I was growing up (centuries ago), and they all talked.
Really cheered me up!
OMG, I ADORE this poem - and that saucy bird! Hilarious. My grandma taught her budgie to say a lot of words: Good morning! Breakfast! And Dont be nervous......about 50 phrases. Smart little critters.
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