Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Birds' Words

I am a giraffe of few words,

Lounging on my sofa a while.

Then I'm visited by three birds,

Who take perch on my pillow pile.

The birds, parrots, colorful are

Both in their feathers and vocab.

At first their chatter is bizarre,

Then I get comfy with their gab.

I'd never heard such words before,

And swing my neck to hear them all,

Trying to memorize them more,

To be chattier, my next call.

I give those parrots credit, gee,

Lots of cuss words they're teaching me.