Polly want a cracker, just for a snack.
I’m a bird but I cannot really fly.
Well maybe I can If only I try.
I dress so somberly in solemn black.
I like the music of Burt Bacharach.
I’ll be so prim and proper ’til I die.
I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
I have it all. There’s nothing that I lack.
Welcome back to THE SUNDAY MUSE # 54
This week, from the looks of that bird, I couldn’t possibly even try to avoid an attempt at comedic effect. This is only my second attempt at an ITALIAN OCTAVE .