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Show and tell day

It was the day for show and tell I took my pet parrot along to class Everything went excessively well Until it unexpectedly turned wild ,

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sara

Date:

10 October 2006

Author:

ice cube

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Show and tell day

It was the day for show and tell
I took my pet parrot along to class
Everything went excessively well
Until it unexpectedly turned wild

It swept off the teacher’s secret wig
With a strong swoop from its perch
Everyone’s eyes turned really big
At the confused parrot’s sudden lurch

The stunned class went berserk
The parrot screeched in absolute fright
Panic seized Tommy, the anxious nerd
With lightning speed he took flight

Grabbing the teacher’s favourite jug
I filled it up with tidbits for my pet
Racing to the petrified bird over a rug
It responded to the treat as fast as a jet

My subdued parrot did not feel bad
Although it seemed a nervous wreck
The embarrassed teacher was fuming mad
Despite getting his precious wig back

-ice cube -

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zehg Says:

Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:13 pm

waz up thiz is awsome my peeps

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