Bird Shop

She pushed in the door of the pet shop,
Around about ten o’clock,
She went in to buy a cockatoo
But they were all out of stock.
Nor did they have any parrots,
Nor budgies nor parakeets,
Just a few bad-tempered seagulls
Sitting around on seats.
She made to go to the exit,
Vowing she’d never return,
When the shopkeeper came up behind her,
And gave her a nasty tern.