Troublesome Poetry

My Friend, Trouble
by Shadow

Trouble is a parrot
Who’s very, very gray
Her face is white, her tail is red
She often comes to stay

Trouble is a parrot
Who’s very good at talking
She whistles, beeps, and chatters
But you’ll rarely hear her squawking

Trouble is a parrot
As such, she likes to chew
She passes time by splint’ring wood
Or shredding a book or two

Trouble is a parrot
Who really likes to eat
She’s happy when she starts the day
With peanuts in her beak

Trouble is a parrot
Whose beak is sharp and strong
And though she’s big and scary
One day we’ll get along.