Though hatched, grown, and given the boot Three birds have returned to the roost Like chicks newly hatched Starved, equally matched Regurgitated worm, the desired loot ~•~
Happy to see them in the same room Contentment, laughter, then kaboom Behavior quite fowl High pitched squawks, low growls These “adults” came out of my womb! ~•~
“Mom! Mom! Mom!” Voiced from… everywhere “She said…” “He won’t…” “The car isn’t there!” What the flock happened? My chipper bird-pen “Mom! Mom! Mom!” Is my nom de guerre ~•~
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The best revenge: I have friends who, after all the kids moved out, moved also. Guess what? House has no spare bedrooms! Bummer. So sorry, kids. 😈
Merry Christmas to you and your spawn, Lydia. 🎄
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The best revenge: I have friends who, after all the kids moved out, moved also. Guess what? House has no spare bedrooms! Bummer. So sorry, kids. 😈
Merry Christmas to you and your spawn, Lydia. 🎄
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I happen to have been searching realtor.com last night. 🤭 Merry Christmas, Lois!
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