My New Language Poem by Phil Soar

I've made up a language that I call my own
I practice it daily when I am at home
It breaks up the pattern of boredom and drudgery
And I hope to develop it just for my budgie

He's such a companion, and chirps in his cage
He's even been known to be great for his age
I'm trying to teach him to learn my new words
But he only has contact with some other birds

I have several small parrots and just one macaw
Who when he's unhappy, just shits on the floor
I try very hard to treat all of them fair
But they don't understand me whenever I'm there

So I use this new language, hoping they understand
And hope they don't peck me when sat on my hand
I don't have much luck though, all they do is call
Cheeping their beaks off, but saying **** all!