THE BLUE BREASTED ROBIN
I once saw a blue breasted robin,He looked such a terrible sight.
Saying he went out a bobbin,
In the river when he was typsie and tight.
In the morning his head it was pounding,
From where he had stayed out all night.
he'd stop drinking this he did solomly swear,
He couldn't find his red breast anywhere.
How can I go back to my wife in our nest,
I won't be able to provide without my red breast.
I've searched low and high to myself I dare not deny,
I'm still over the limit, I'm still to drunk to go fly.
If I tried I'm bound to start weaving,
Think I might get caught, If I start speeding.
No matter how I'd be I don't know why,
But I'm bound to lose my permit to fly.
He tiptoed to his nest, Trying to hide his blue breast,
Wearing a hat a cravat and a tie.
No matter how hard that he tried,
He new his beau would find out, So he'd better confess.
That in drinking too much, He'd lost his red breast,
She looked at.him sternly; Then started to laugh.
His uncle a suave looking blue breasted wax bill,
Seeing his cousin always gave him a thrill.
Had flown into town for a day out that night.
Knowing he could only stay for couple of days,
Before he had to get back to his wife.
Came back after drinking, Slumped down on his bed,
Woke up in the morning terrified, His breast had turned red.
There was many a dinner party, That they dined on worms and snails,
We're his face would turn red as his wife would recant,
The story of the blue breast, It was after all such a wonderful tale.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-02-23 at 10:36
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