Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Not This Bluebird

I be a bluebird in his heart,

At least that's what he says I be.

I do recall when he did start

Telling his tall tales about me.

It was when he started to drink

A lot of whiskey here and there.

Drunker he got the more he'd think

That I was in his heart somewhere.

Let me just say that this bluebird

Would sure not pick his heart to spend

Time at all, that would be absurd.

Still he talks of me to no end.

I look at him and I maintain

He's got a bluebird on his brain.