General Poetry posted March 11, 2018

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Bill Schott

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A chapter in the book Worlds

Shrew World 5

by Bill Schott

I could have kissed that cockatoo

that swallowed that unwanted shrew,

then said, "That is the end of you!"

Birds can talk? I never knew.

Unfortunately, shrews are tough,

and getting eaten's not enough

to count them out when times are rough;

that cockatoo was feeling stuff.

A zig and zagging in its gut

then horrid gas shot out its butt

its breast split open and out jut

a shrewish head from that rude cut.

The feathered corpse fell to the floor,

"That's all there is; there ain't no more."

were it's final words, not "Nevermore."

Then the shrew raised from the gore.

"Y'know I've got a little issue,"

he said while wiping dead bird tissue

from his eyes, "I kinda wish you

hadn't done that. Now I'm pished, you!"

Shrews can talk! I never knew that.

They also look like a tiny rat,

which piqued the interest of the cat,

who ate the shrew, and that was that.

Moral: Never send a cockatoo to do what a cat can do.

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