Dead Parrot?

sedoo-ashivor Poems

I had a red parrot with a long beak It was a smart bird I aptly named Nick One day, it caught a cold and fell sick It refused to give a speech all week Even its favourite words, it wouldn't speak Dear parrot's future seemed very bleak Off for a solution I went to seek Out of many I made my pick For the services of a vet called Vic She was beautiful and brilliant, very chic Just as I heard, her talents were slick Her office was neat, her armpits didn't reek During treatment, my Nick was quite meek I excused myself to quickly take a leak Suddenly, from the restroom I heard a kick I hurried across the hallway to take a sharp peek And what I saw made my shocked jaws tick My skinned bird was hanging on a stick Over a flaming fire laid on a burnt brick What had I done to deserve such a trick? Why would Vet Vic perform this flick? I peered at her carefully but it didn't click So I wrote this poem and put on lipstick. REALLY: Nick is healthy again, it was only a gimmick I am so happy now, I always wear lipstick ☺