Killing curiosity

I had a parrot called Curiosity,

Who could speak Chinese and Latin,

He could operate a sewing machine,

And could sew up any pattern.

He could strike a match and boil a kettle,

He could brew up Earl Grey Tea,

Perform with a ventriloquists dummy,

Which he sat upon his knee.

But I warned him and I warned him,

Not to sit on the window cill,

Not to sit with the window open,

And it was not because of the chill.

I warned him and I warned him,

Not to sit there where he sat,

And soon enough, as it turned out,

Curiosity was killed by the cat.

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Thank you M

INSPIRED BY  PUTTING MY FEET IN THE DIRT

THOUGHTS AND PERSPECTIVES FROM THE MIND OF A COMMON GIRL

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