Mr Blue

Blue

My home was nigh on perfect,
It was always clean and bright
I'd work at all the household chores
From morning until night
the furniture was polished,
The curtains fresh and clean
And things like dust and cobwebs
In my house was never seen.

The garden was my pride and joy,
I'd spend hours working there
Digging, hoeing, mowing lawns,
And plants with friends I'd share
working in the greenhouse,
Growing fruit and veg
Then go back in the garden,
Trimming the front hedge

Friends would call for coffee,
And we would have a chat
Talk about the fashions,
And buying a new hat
I'd host dinner parties,
And plan the meal with care
then spend several hours deciding what to wear

These days my house is dusty,
There are seed shucks on the floor
the walls are decorated,
Like they've never been before
with bits of fruit, and food and stuff,
It really is a mess
what has caused this havoc?
Well really can't you guess?

I have a parrot; he's an African grey,
And since arriving he's changed my days
we talk and play, and have such fun,
He's even learned to call me mum
my husband named him Mr Blue,
And he's very spoilt I know that's true
the house and the garden are now not as neat,
But I am so happy, my life is complete.

Written By Parrot Passions UK Member Pim