There's a bird in my bath,
What I sight,
I cried out,
As I saw the fright,
It started to sing,
As it cleaned it's wing,
And told me to go away.
There's a bird in my bath,
Go away,
I cried,
Please don't be like yesterday,
It started to peck,
As it cleaned it's neck,
And told me to go away.
There's a bird in my bath,
Not again,
I cried out,
What a pain,
It washed it's beak,
And began to speak,
And told me to go away.
There's a bird in my bath,
Get out,
I cried,
I started,
But it didn't reply,
I wondered why,
As it was my rubber ducky.
I got in the bath,
Hooray,
I cried,
Today's the day,
But out came the birds,
Stating their words,
Can we have a towel?
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There's a bird in my bath
PoetryA short and sweet poem. I had nothing to do and my mother said to write a poem. I looked out my window and there was a bird in my bird bath and it was amusing to watch and I based that on my poem.
