Beautiful But Bothersome Birds comical poem 357 by Angela Lansbury

As I walked down the pretty, potholed street

I heard a bird's pretty, irritating tweet

Like an orchestra's tuning up squeak

A nearby man burped meet and greet 

A nightingale's famed for its song

It sings so-so, don't get me wrong

But when a bird repeats the same old song

Dawn to dusk, every minute, that's too long

Short-sighted, I enjoy the view

Don't see the litter on the mountain

Hear the pleasant tinkling fountain

Don't see dead fish pond, nor dead leaf fountain.

A city girl, I save in summer sales

Rejoicing I paid five cents less

Whilst others die on deadly mountain trails

Called city search folk in costly distress

I stared in wonder as a child

Now I'm a cynic about the wild

Yet love to travel the world's great scenes

In daydreams based on laptop screens. 

I hope you will forgive me please

I dream of falling coounuts, leaves, and trees

And, alas, even more absurd

A morning without a chorus of birds.

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Copyright Angela Lansbury. 

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