Free TIme


I talked with Mr. Parrot

Indeed Indeed I did

He talked of his voyge

To see his uncle Sid


His uncle told him of the day 

 He saw the submarines dancing out in the bay 


I questioned his statement 

But he insisted it's true

And then I asked my self a question

Why am I talking to you?


I sat down in the corner

Playing with the idea in my head

And then I realized I was talking

To a parrot that was dead


So now you know what can happen when you have this much free time

You might talk to an animal

That doen't know a single rhyme


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741