A miner with a parrot, and his wife
Lived right next door. On weekends he would drink,
And wouldn't stop. And something in his life
Had made him mean. The neighbors all would think,
God there he goes again. And hear a dish
Get smashed against the wall. His wife would say,
"Now Will... now Will..." and ev'ryone would wish
She'd leave him. Then the bird would join the fray,
And squawk "Now Will... now Will..." and on and on,
Until one day, indeed, she upped and left.
Then, weekends, he would cry that she was gone,
And pick a record out, and sing, bereft,
A drunk duet, with feathered friend in flight.
They'd sing, "Oh how I miss youHOOOOOOOOO.... toNIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHTTT!"
(My Nana told this, laughing till she cried.
I couldn't make it up if I had tried.)
Here is a recording of the song..


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Best Wishes,
Blittie
rated with love.
Nana cooked great iambic pentameter!
(And mine's great too ..... NOT!!!)
This was a fun piece, DB! Very enjoyable!