Frank the Parrot was one mean bird,
the loudest mouth you ever heard.
He lived with Bob the baker man,
whose butt’s the size of Pakistan.
“Ya big fat slob!” Frank used to scream,
“Ya oughta cut out all ice cream!
And drop the cakes and quit the beer!
Why fatten up your massive rear?”
“Ya need more veggies and more grains!
Just what the hell ya use for brains?
Don’t stuff your face – get out and walk!
Drag all that lard around the block!”
Poor Bob began to feel duress
but kept on eating under stress,
until one day a point was passed
and he had reached the end at last.
Now Bob’s serene as you or I,
since he baked up a parrot pie.
The Bard of Sherman Avenue