Birdie Buzz

I open a present what's inside? A box of hair or maybe underwear, the box has a crinkle hopefully no wrinkles and a bow that's tied too, I hear some noise and people with poise but hoping I didn't just hear a moo.

The wrapping is undone now that was fun, and I peek inside the box, my brother mocks hoping it's not chicken pox.. "a bird!" I yell, "a bird!" Hopefully no one heard about the little bird with a head the size of a nerd. 

I go to thank, (although it would of been perfect by a river bank), it's over but not for Rover.

   

This poor Rover but, I did manage to find a parakeet.

~ I made up this poem for all to hear, hoping they don't throw it in to a mirror. ~