Christmas: Day One dawns...
A bird of some kind... with 'tree!'
What is going on?
Day Two... What's in store?
More birds (but, no more 'pear' trees)
NB: Get Bird Seed.
Day Three: More wildfowl!
Now getting beyond a joke;
What next, I wonder.
Day Four: Learning French;
Having to build aviary;
Need some counseling!
Day Five: Delivery;
By two security men
In armoured vehicle!
Day Six: Pawned the rings;
Bought a good set of ear muffs;
Honking, Squawking birds!
Day Seven: Enough!
What can I do with these swans?
I can't eat the things?
Day Eight: What! For real?
It's like that old Christmas song
I'm not taking this!
Day Nine: All sorted.
Restraining Order granted;
Refused the Dancers!
Day Ten: Went to beach.
Left a note on my front door:
'Not today, thank you!'
Day Eleven: Birds gone.
They flew, waddled, swam, were sold;
And, 'peace' now returns.
Day Twelve: Knock at door!
"You ungrateful little sh..."
"Sorry, just moved in."
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