Monday, March 16, 2009


Maggoty, maggoty, what do you see,
watching me there, perched high in your tree?
Is it you're hoping for a scrap sometime today?
or is it a reminder that the bird bath's gone dry?

Junior is watching, aping all that you do.
I wonder if you farted, whether he would then too?
Oh dear, Junior has started his plaintive wail,
half-hearted hoping something might come his way.

Now it's me that he's watching, head cocked awry.
Who is that scribbler, just who is that guy?
Time to ignore me and preen both your chests.
Well, family Maggoty, I'm sure you know best.

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