I needed a good laugh today so I went through my file of funny photos and found this one. So, I wrote a little poem:
Hazel was a screamer from daylight until dusk,
Her mother thought she'd lose her mind, a remedy was a must.
She had no other playmates, they cried and ran away,
So her mother thought a pet would help and keep the screams at bay.
A bird would be so perfect, so tiny and so sweet,
But because of Hazels screaming all the bird would do was screech!
So the moral of this story is don't mess with changing others,
Just thank the Lord and thank those stars that you're not Hazel's mother!
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