Dazed and confused? Not me. I’m just Lost in the Cheese Aisle.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

LOVEBIRD, MY ASS

Son of Velociraptor

I sit here locked inside my cage,
O, if you only knew my rage -
Imprisoned, sitting on a perch
And, like a preacher in a church,
You listen to me talk all day
Yet care not what I have to say.

Just open up the door here, Jim,
And then I’ll tear you limb from limb
In my life-story’s newest chapter,
This scion of Velociraptor.

3 comments:

El Capitan said...

I bet that would be tasty roasted on a skewer with some teriyaki sauce...

Nasty little boids. My college GF had a pair, and they were the noisiest, messiest, most ill-tempered avians you can imagine.

Elisson said...

You never met my brother's late cockatiel, then. What a little feathered bastard she was. Perhaps her ill temper arose from resentment over having been named "Cocktepple," which is the Yiddish term for "thundermug."

Annie said...

Why did I read this to the tune of "Werewolves of London"?