Someone I barely know,
but who I live with though,
it seems there is travesty and tragedy in his menagerie,
travesty and tragedy,
for the owner cannot talk without using four letter words,
it seems to me,
and the owner’s parrots had a previous owner,
who read them Descartes,
and who read them Shakespeare,
and who taught them to paint,
and who taught them to speak,
with all the words in the dictionary,
and who must have had the patience of a Saint,
for how well-spoken they were,
and how beautifully spoken,
but him with his four-letter words,
he is most rude,
and most absurd with his terrible vocabulary,
and he speaks to his parrots most obnoxiously,
he who is less educated verbally,
and I see them suffering,
and when he leaves,
they quote to me,
the whole world is a stage,
but we hope he pisses off from it soon,
yes, that gobby one,
the gobby one with only four-letter words to say,
the gobby one who is as miserable as can be every day.