Parrots make great pets. They have more personality than goldfish.
quote by Chevy Chase
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Distrust Appearances
He came into the bird-shop where I stood
A hulking giant, monumental, grim,
A paragon of muscular manhood.
'What is sold here,' I thought, 'that could serve him?'
His heavy brow, his grat, prognathic jaw
Spoke brooding truculence; he wore no vest;
And, where his shirt flared one side, I saw
The matted hair upon his mighty chest.
I thought of Gog, Carnera, Hercules,
As he stood by me, breating like a gale.
'What can he want,' I wondered, ''mid all these.
Pet dogs, birds, goldfish offered here for sale?
Bulldogs at least.' The parrots watched him, tense;
The yelping pups grew still to see him pass;
All sensed his presence, dominant, immense.
Even the goldfish goggled thro' their glass.
He scared me. Hastily I made my choice
And paid my cash. Yet loitered by the door,
Longing to hear the thinder of that voice
Rumble and break into a sudden roar;
Longing to know, amongst these playful folk
Pups, parrots, love-birds - what could be his need.
Sharks? Panthers? ... Then his piping treble spoke:
'Please, miss, three pennorth of canary seed.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Very few of us have any idea whatsoever of what life is like living in a goldfish bowl, except, of course, for those of us who are goldfish.
quote by Graham Taylor
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Well, I play Jews and parrots. Parrots are how I've branched out.
quote by Gilbert Gottfried
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Poodles
So many love to spoil their pets.
Especially those poodles.
With pedicures and silk worn vests.
Especially those poodles.
Some can be seen,
Adorning precious gems as necklaces.
Especially those poodles.
And people 'ahh' and 'ooo' too...
Whenever they see a pampered moving poodle.
Why,
Oh why...
Few are heard to brag about their cockatoos?
Those noisy Australasian crested parrots.
And,
Why oh why...
Do some prefer cats?
Even appearing to nap those cats will scratch back.
Love people do their poodles.
No matter what those poodles do.
And finicky are those poodles too.
Whining to be carried in their owner's arms...
As they choose to coo like a lovebird.
So many love to spoil their pets.
Especially those poodles.
With pedicures and silk worn vests.
Especially those poodles.
Why,
Oh why...
Few are heard to brag about their cockatoos?
Those noisy Australasian crested parrots.
And,
Why oh why...
Do some prefer cats?
Even appearing to nap those cats will scratch back.
Why do people choose to brag about their poodles.
Some can be seen,
Adorning precious gems as necklaces.
Especially those poodles.
And people 'ahh' and 'ooo' too...
Whenever they see a pampered moving poodle,
Flaunt and strut while cruising.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Fishes
A fish can never be a pet,
like dogs and cats and silly parrots,
because his home is always wet
and he despises peas and carrots.
I hope that you now understand
why no one walks with fishes ever,
all pets can spend their time on land
or swim in water, which is clever.
A fish will swallow in the end
a silver, extra sharpened hook.
No fish will ever be a friend
to anybody but a cook.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Year Of The Parrot
In the year of our lord
Call it 1994
A fine vintage of mimicry
There are those that take their sound
From someone else's toil
Liking to parrots you see
I've seen the likes of kate bush
And van morrison
Teaching the parrots to sing
Take a zepplin riff
And you alter it a bit
And make lots of money
It's called plagiarism
You want some of that cheese
Just take a big ol' bite
Careful not to choke on it please
Now here we go
It's called plagiarism
song performed by by Primus
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The use of ethics
Hens peck, parrots pluck and crows steal.
Bees sting, parrots hide and flies flee.
I too do all these things to live.
Could I employ any ethics?
01.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Angel That You Are.
you are special you are sweet you are everything that is neat and everything that you think you are nothing that is bad just everything that is kind and soft and great and worthy of a great remembrance may your name be echoed into infinity and beyond and still enough kick to bounce to heavens forth and back again your personality is that of two things great and even greater you know how to make one smile when things are great but u know how to make one always feel like they can be better when things are greater like how supermans only weakness is near kryptonite is like how i feel by knowing u are sad and would want to do super things to make u smile and make everything feel whole again good luck and good bless .... i miss you.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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The invention of IQ did a great disservice to creativity in education. ... Individuality, personality, originality, are too precious to be meddled with by amateur psychiatrists whose patterns for a 'wholesome personality' are inevitably their own.
quote by Joel H. Hildebrand
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Thoughts Of A Goldfish
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
A goldfish I am; It is getting dizzy. Swimming around this bowl I am.
Am I a goldfish? I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl, I am a goldfish. I am.
Around this bowl I am swimming. It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy around this bowl, I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl; I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy.
Around this bowl, it is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish; I am swimming.
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
I am a goldfish. Bowl this around: it is getting dizzy. I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl. Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish bowl? It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming around this?
It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish. Am I swimming around this bowl?
Am I a goldfish? Around this bowl am I swimming? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? I am. It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish swimming? Around this bowl, I am. It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. Around this bowl I am swimming.
Am I swimming? I am a goldfish around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
Am I swimming? Is it getting dizzy? Around this bowl I am a goldfish.
It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming? Am I a goldfish around this bowl?
Am I a-swimming? I am a round goldfish. This bowl, it is getting dizzy.
This bowl: It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish I am swimming around.
Am I a bowl? It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish swimming around this.
It is getting dizzy. Am I a round bowl? I am this goldfish a-swimming.
I am a goldfish I am swimming around. Is this bowl getting dizzy? It is.
Is it? I am getting a goldfish. I am swimming around this dizzy bowl.
I am. I am swimming around this goldfish bowl. Dizzy it is a-getting.
I am a dizzy goldfish swimming. I am a round bowl. Is it getting this?
Is this bowl around a dizzy, swimming goldfish? I am. I am getting it.
Is this getting dizzy? Am I a round goldfish? Am I a swimming bowl?
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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I think there's something great and generic about goldfish. They're everybody's first pet.
quote by Paul Rudd
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I can't moan about any of it. I had a great time in the goldfish bowl.
quote by Robert Plant
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Pet and Gadget
My grandpa spent his leisure with pets
I don’t get time from my gadgets.
Busy in my gadgets till I can endure
leaving dear pets fully ignored.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Best Friends Again
There's a beautiful place in Heaven
for dear pets who pass away.
It's there they wait in happiness
for their very special day.
When God's angels call my name
one pets wait will end,
as we run to greet each other
and become best friends again..
poem by Ron Tranmer
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She Stole Me
She stole me, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for,
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for.
You told them it was your idea
You lied to them about your taste
The way you dressed
The way you wore your hair
The way you did your make-up
She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
I met a guy, who knew her from school
We dated for a while
He mentioned you a lot
It seemed he asked you first and you rejected him
he hurt me; he caused me pain; because of you
She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
All i know, is that i am me
You are you
You can never be me
I can never be consumed by you
It won't work, even though....
She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for
poem by Donna Hendra
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4. A Fishy Tale
A haven for wet wildlife
Within our pond there’s load’s
Lots of newts and tadpoles
And many ugly toads
Swimming in among the weeds
A goldfish only one
We once had two shabumkins
But now we haven't none
I found some telltale footprints
Showing heron came to call
He’d eaten our shabumkins
And left us none at all
Last night we kept a vigil
And caught the neighbour’s cat
As he polished off the goldfish
So that’s the end of that
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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They'll Be Dropping One On You
Some people live to create havoc,
There aims are causing scandals,
Among this group of degenerates are,
Those I'll call graveyard vandals.
They topple our stones and ornaments,
Destruction is what they crave,
But in reality they're just imbeciles,
Who else would destroy someone's grave?
They dropp their kegs regardless,
They urinate on our stones,
The stench is quite disgusting,
It can't be good for our bones.
They allow their pets to roam our land,
As they sit and drink their beer,
They desecrate our holy ground,
They destroy everything we hold dear.
They truly are a breed apart,
Their morals are straight from a sewer,
They should all be taken out and shot,
Then hung on the end of a skewer.
This also applies to those who think,
We are just their pets latrine,
If we did the same in your backyard,
I bet you wouldn't be so keen.
How would you like to be fouled upon?
I bet you'd make a fuss,
So why on earth do you bring your pets,
Then let them foul on us.
There are those who think they cause no harm,
As they exercise their dog,
By walking away and leaving their mess,
You are treating us like a bog.
So think before you bring them here,
Please try and show some grace,
This is not an outside loo,
It's our final resting place.
One day soon your clock will stop,
That's when you should feel fear,
For it's more or less a certainty,
You'll be laid to rest in here.
As your mates above wreck the place,
You'll think that's so uncouth,
But don't forget you did the same,
When you were but a youth.
As your friends and pets are doing their bit,
You can no longer cause ado,
As you lie there looking up at them,
‘' They'll Be Dropping One On You ''
A True Story of A True Pet.... My Grandmother's Pet
Pets are always very precious!
They feel and understand our feelings and sorrows!
My maternal grandma an humanist
She tame many pets like cats, pigeons etc
It is her hobby and fun!
She gives foods to her pets regularly and sufficiently
She feeds the pigeons and cats
She love her cat a lot!
She gives milk, meat, fish, bones, rice as his foods
Her pets love her a lot!
She takes care of them very lovingly
But those days were very strange and sad!
My grandpa had died that day!
After his death, that cat not used to eat anything and survive without food
He was behaving very strangely
Even that cat could understand feelings of grandma about her husband That cat was sad to see grandma in pain and couldn't tolerate the pain of the mournful death
At last, the cat had died because of not taking foods
Grandma found it under the bed
Grandma says that was her favorite pet!
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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I do not feel any artist can produce great art without putting great personality into it. It is always a piece of you that goes on the screen or the canvass.
quote by Joe Murray
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Sparky's Inside Your Cat
My dad bought me a goldfish,
Of him I was really fond,
His jar was really far too small,
So my dad built me a pond.
I called my goldfish Sparky,
In honour of my dad,
Full of life and boisterous,
He really was quite mad.
My neighbour used to say to me,
I don't want you to fret,
But if you don't watch your goldfish,
He'll make a meal for my nice pet.
She said her cat liked real fish,
That really made me worry,
I'd have to buy a safety net,
I needed it in a hurry.
Despite all my precautions,
I felt really put upon,
For when I checked on Sparky,
I found that he had gone.
I really did my best for him,
My God how hard I tried,
Yet despite all my best efforts,
My Sparky had now died.
When My neighbour heard me crying,
She asked me what was wrong,
When I told her what had happened,
She said you must be strong.
It's what nature had intended,
The cat has got its wish,
My feline friend has won the day,
It has ate your little fish.
I said to her well such is life,
One cannot tell a lie,
Everything alive on Earth,
Including cats must die.
It was then I knew the answer,
For my pain to be relieved,
If I dug a grave for Sparky,
I'd feel that I had grieved.
When I prepared his resting place,
I put in all his toys,
My neighbor then peered over and said
Who's making all that noise.
I said I was burying Sparky,
To ease my awful pain,
I explained he'd gone to Heaven,
But one day we'd meet again.
My neighbour burst out laughing,
She said don't be so absurd,
You don't even have his last remains,
She hadn't listened to a word.
She laughingly then asked me,
Why dig a grave as big as that,
I told her the reason was simple,
‘'Sparky's Inside Your Cat''