Thursday, 26 June 2014

a one hundred and thirty first poem...'roy'

I have a flightless
Bird in my hand -
His name is Roy.
He has a fat beak
And is very self-conscious
About it.  He won’t
Eat and he can’t sleep, is
Depressed because he
Can’t beat his
Short little wings,
And worst of all,
He can’t even sing.  

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