ode to bonnie
oh ye feathers of blue orange and green
ye did fill my heart with joy
even though you were so damn mean
ye little bugie
Of paper ye did shread
weather phonebook magazine or paper
and apon accuasion, ye did crap on my head
ye little bitchy bugie
of messes ye did make
often seeds paper and crap
and CD's ye did break
ye fucking little bitchy bugie
the ear pearcing squak ye did make
when ye would fly to the perch
and off the finger ye were biting i would shake
ye damn fucking little bitchy bugie
Of often I would Cry
as ye would chatter and fly
"you are going to fucking die,
ye god damn fucking little bitchy bugie"!
I miss my bird most of all my pets, nothing beat the days when she would fly about my house, crap on everything, nest in blue's hair, shread the phone book, toss cd's in random directions, bite my finger and have to be pried off, run around in a hamster ball, or just cause random mayhem. Bonnie, I will always remmber you, the scares you left were perement. ask anyone who has met my bird and they will agree, there can be no outher bird like her, nothing else can be so loving yet so damn mean. my bird was certifilable sadistic to the point it put blue to shame at some of the shit she pulled. we are talking about a 3oz. bird attacking a 17lb. cat to the point the cat would not leave the house, and to this day still wont. bathing in your drink, shitting in your milk, attacking your moles, pearcing your noise, and countless pitches across the room playing birddy baseball (no bats were ever used, but damn we wanted to sometimes).
were ever your at Bonnie, i wish you good health and lost of tasty kitties.
ye did fill my heart with joy
even though you were so damn mean
ye little bugie
Of paper ye did shread
weather phonebook magazine or paper
and apon accuasion, ye did crap on my head
ye little bitchy bugie
of messes ye did make
often seeds paper and crap
and CD's ye did break
ye fucking little bitchy bugie
the ear pearcing squak ye did make
when ye would fly to the perch
and off the finger ye were biting i would shake
ye damn fucking little bitchy bugie
Of often I would Cry
as ye would chatter and fly
"you are going to fucking die,
ye god damn fucking little bitchy bugie"!
I miss my bird most of all my pets, nothing beat the days when she would fly about my house, crap on everything, nest in blue's hair, shread the phone book, toss cd's in random directions, bite my finger and have to be pried off, run around in a hamster ball, or just cause random mayhem. Bonnie, I will always remmber you, the scares you left were perement. ask anyone who has met my bird and they will agree, there can be no outher bird like her, nothing else can be so loving yet so damn mean. my bird was certifilable sadistic to the point it put blue to shame at some of the shit she pulled. we are talking about a 3oz. bird attacking a 17lb. cat to the point the cat would not leave the house, and to this day still wont. bathing in your drink, shitting in your milk, attacking your moles, pearcing your noise, and countless pitches across the room playing birddy baseball (no bats were ever used, but damn we wanted to sometimes).
were ever your at Bonnie, i wish you good health and lost of tasty kitties.