The Parrot

Squawking, gawking, but not really talking

The parrot is perched in his cage

Glaring, staring, but not really caring

How he sends me into a rage

Waiting, baiting, but not contemplating

For just a word from me

He steals my word

Like a clever bird

And claims it as his own

He struts around

With pride unbound

And demands his rightful due

The people astounded

With wonder unfounded

At this arrogant sham of a bird

With no thought of his own

And seeds others have sown

His brilliance will run its course

And again he’ll return

And my anger will burn

As he stares blankly at me

This is the day

When I’ll turn him away

And he’ll have nothing more to say

Reviews

[Jessica Lima]

Thank you for your poem submission on my contest "Copy Cat =^-^=". I must agree with your other reviews. Your writing is quite clever! this is definitely one of the top runners on the contest. Good luck!

[Jesse Booker]

Thank you very much!

[WillaDanvers]

Brilliance! These rhymes are amazing - made me really want to read this thing to the end! Great job!

[Author Rucha Joshi]

Such a nice poetry!
rhyming, vocabulary, figures of speech!
High five!

[Jesse Booker]

Thank you very much!

[Steph]

Wow this is such a cleverly written piece! I especially loved the variety of verbs and adverbs you used. I found it quite humorous as well, with a hint of a sardonic tone. Good job!

[Jesse Booker]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.