There's A Budgie Loose Poem by WES Vogler
There's A Budgie Loose
Warning... warning...there's a budgie loose
And he likes to swim in champagne
He also likes chips and tomato juice
We've admonished the bird but in vain
His name it is Royal the second
He is on a year's trial you see
And it's not working out we have reckoned
But he's taken a liking to me
He lands in my hair in a frenzy sublime
And races around full of glee
I don't care to wear a cap all the time
But he's taken a liking to me
A glass that's half-full of fresh water
Is an invitation... if tipped
Someone please get us a blotter
It's bath time... the budgie has flipped
For sixty long years it has ever been thus
A stream of the feather-ed beasts
Somehow they always add up as a plus
And blend in with the seasonal feasts
My brother and I found some some baby magpies that had fallen out of their nest. A neighbor had a talking magpie so we took these home with the intention to teach them to talk, but we had too many cats around the farm...
I had many parkeets when I was a boy. My elder brother had many too. We finger trained quite a few. They were allowed to fly about our room. (The curtains were stained.) Wonderful pets. Enjoy!
Wonderful and very charming read, I really enjoy your poems and how excellently you weave the words into lines. Bravo!
now don't compliment me else I shall cry Budgies can be very engrossing this one hangs from the bill of my cap and looks me in the eye Eventually like some of the others he will learn to say " Wotcha doin? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/30/2024 4:41:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your last line ... blend in with the seasonal feasts... Budgies are small, but I hear they taste like chicken. Feast away, Wes!