In the trees
You flutter and chirrup
Would you go mental
For some maple syrup?
Now your wings are all sticky
You can't fly off in a jiffy
All day the sun's beating down
Your feathers are hardening,
You clowns!
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2024 00:50
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Comments2
This brought a smile to my face
Glad to discover your writing
That's good to hear! Keep on knockin them out.
Short and hilarious
brought a HUGE smile
indeed!!
Thanks for sharing
a real 'tweet' to read!
Best regards, peace Thad
Thanks a million! Little birds always seem to be enjoying life.
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