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"Tweets" the Turaco

dances at your feet

By Tony MartelloPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
"Tweets"

I am no Grinch

no Christmas spoil

I am no finch

twirling in soil

I am no Don Juan

behind an orange mask

but am always up for a

challenging task

to woo you lil birdies

and have a romantic blast

I won’t buy you flowers

or share my past

but will wear these white tassels

as long as they last

I won’t hassle to tell you

about my coat of green feathers

but will rub up against you

with my shaggy cashmere sweater

It aint funny about money…

the seeds I have

provide milk and honey

I sing along with the Congo drum

my song to you is no ho, rattle, hum

but to dance and strut

the day away

gyrating back and forth

I sway

to the African beat

dizzy from your spell

I fall at your feet

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Tony Martello

Inspired by salt and surf, Tony delivers the fun depth of the short form story

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    Written by Tony Martello