My Butt Is Freezing
My butt is freezing
I want my tail feathers back,
My owner ripped them off
With her hand, she did attack.
She shouldn't have opened the door
To my big cage,
I snuck past her
I felt her feelings of rage.
I sit here wishing
My butt was warm,
But my feathers are a missin'
She left me deformed.
Payback, I got her with
I bit her on the finger,
Maybe, next time 'round
She'll learn not, to let me linger.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.3/2006
I put myself in the position of Babe (my new budgie). Figured I would have a little fun with what I did to her.
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