Welcome
to
The First and Ongoing
Anthology
of
The Parrot Forum Poetry
of the Kentuckienne
There are other scrapbook essayists, bards, and poets who may fall victim to similar anthologies... you have been warned.
If you would not be offended, do let me know. I have been assigned a mission.
Okay.
Let us begin.
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The Queen of Bavaria (dedicated to the lovely and stalwart GaleriaGila, whose favorite species is the Queen of Bavaria Conure )
Don't challenge me 'cause my rhymes will bury ya'
I'm Q.O.B. I'm the Queen of Bavaria
I bring the thunder, I rule the weather,
You mess with me, you get buttfeathered.
I got me a friend and I say the word,
You gonna get a dose of the Rickey Bird.
I'm the Beauty and he's the Beast
Your rhyme’s a snack, but mine’s the feast.
You better keep up 'cause I ain't gonna carry ya,
You never saw nothing like the Queen of Bavaria.
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Anansi, the Spider God (dedicated as dedicated)
Sung to the tune of... you'll see...
Spider God, spider God
Does whatever he can to mod..
Moderate, moderate,
He's in charge of your new post's fate
Play nice, here comes the Spider Mod!
In the dead of night,
When he should be in bed,
He stays up to write,
And make sure posts are read..
Spider Mod, Spider Mod,
He's the ultimate trickster God,
Spins a yarn, always nice,
For eclectus has good advice
Anaaan-si is the Spider Mod!
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Patagonian Gangsta (dedicated to... do I really need to say it?)
This one makes me sweat.
You say beautiful day, just look at the weather
But stay outta my way or you get the buttfeather.
I’m Rickey the Bird and I own the high ground
I’ll show you the works, both feather and down
Homey, this is my cage, my hen, my chili
You mess with my world and I’ll feather you silly.
The strong gonna crumble, the mighty will fall,
They saw what I did to the Demon Ball
The Devil, Godzilla, and Hannibal Lector
All gonna need a buttfeather protector
Run fast as you can, hide best you can hide,
You’ll never be safe from my under side.
Wherever you go I’ll be up above
And I’m gonna show you some rooster butt love
Look up overhead and BAM! You been served
You puny old humans got what you deserved
You oughta be glad I allowed you to see
The glorious butt feathers underneath me
There was never a sunrise, never a flower,
Compete with my Patagonian power
Come on you hot henz dressed in satin and leathers
We’ll show all the losers the Rickeybutt feathers!
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To the tune of “Let it Snow”
JUST SING IT, OKAY?????
Oh, the feathers below are frightful,
But your screams are so delightful.
So if you’ve no place to go,
Let me show you the pinions below!
Oh, I don’t think that I will be stopping
I might even add some droppings
So don’t stand too close below,
Let it flow, that’s my rule, let it go!
When we finally say night-night,
How I’ll hate you to cover my form!
If you don’t want to feel my bite,
Better make chilis the norm!
Oh, there isn’t no use in crying,
Of buttfeathers there’s no denying
So as long as you’re down below,
See the show, see the show, see the show!
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As enduring and eternally underpaid Archivist of the Rickeybird Scrapbook, I shall maintain this Anthology henceforward, forhenceward, so forth, so on, etc., etc.
One ongoing copy shall be maintained in the scrapbook, and one shall occupy its own thread.
I must rest now.
The Rival
