What a nice name for a bird.
I bought a bird.
Tuesday mornings seem to fly away now.
Thursdays often nest in my eyebrows
and every second Sunday I could find reason to sing.
The bird took my soul.
and flew away with my money.
I should have never bought a bird.
Feathers suck.
Next month I shall buy a dog, or perhaps a horse, maybe even an armadillo.
But the dog will run, the horse will trot, and the armadillo will roll;
All away.
Pets suck.
Next year I shall find a wife,
and the the month before a band of pearl,
but what If I should run away?
what if I would suck?