Wordy Bird

Wordy Bird

A Poem by Foxemerald

Wordy Bird ~

If you were a bird,
Settled inside of perfect pomposity,
Bring me a few things that I would need,
We shall have tea in the morning,
When we chat over business, reading the Morning Brew newspaper,
Nothing but manners and refinement, my liege,
So if you are going to be ill-tempered take it to the other end.
Your large beak is for talking, not biting,
So when I proffer you my hand later on,
Make sure that you,
Take the lightest step forward, and circle around my hand,
Remember your manners when we are around guests,
And act the part of the gentleman.
Giving it the most feathery of touch,
When you are not certain of something.
No one likes a chatty thing, it's a matter of etiquette, my dear,
And it doesn't gain very much with the opposite gender, it's sad,
Or do well in closing.
For a fine man must be perfectly well behaved, and sit in the awning,
And know his place.
Because no one likes a chatty creature, it's certain that,
You need to know your place when we get down to the nuts and bolts . . .
My friend.

© 2019 Foxemerald

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Added on March 4, 2019
Last Updated on March 4, 2019




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