The Whistle Poem

June 30, 2009 at 9:19 am | Posted in Rude Poetry | Leave a comment

You know I don’t care at

all where you got that whistle,

Neighbor Child,

come what may

because since my parrot

has heard you play it, this’ll

drive me wild

night and day.

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