In life I hated his guts
At least he left with little fuss
I thought he would never go
To me he was a burden so
Cussed me out day and night
Always ready to start a fight
A gift I could never trade in
Honey, your parrots dead, thee end
A contest entry
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800 points, ended August 20, 2008, 21 entries
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poor polly, hated so. You parrot hater! ha! I love it. Reminds me of a montey python sketch.... a rather famous one... inspired were you?
Great job!
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Thank you so much. Imust have missed the show but it sounds like I would have liked it. God Bless
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That is so funny. Remembered well but not missed. RIP, Polly.
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Again my thanks for taking the time to read and comment. God Bless,
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Poor Parrot
The poor parrot who is always underestimated. Best to get a fish they make no noise.
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Well, I accidently killed all the fish cleaning the tank. So I'd better leave pets alone. lol God Bless
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