Sari, My Daughter-The Queen of Birds

The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree I asked her to come down and take a saree from me She asked wide-eyed the price of it I said,”Sari, you’re a cute tweet” She made faces, chirruped short, and flew to the next tree. A saree is a South Asian female garment that consists of a drape varying from five to nine yards in length and two to four feet in breadth that is typically wrapped around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff. Sari came down and sat on the bay window ‘Dad’, she said,’ you must chain the devil Frido’ “He is a gawky brute Just now he ate up a coot He needs your boot and a slap on his credo”. Sari tweeted my wife” O mom, don’t pinch my behind” My wife re-tweeted,” Sari, You are not of this kind”. “Sorry to say you have no proper bum So, Sari, how can I be a pinch bum?” Sari re-re-tweeted, “Mom, a lie, my bum is twined.” Sari came one day with his creaky husband Suk “Dad, teach Suk a lesson, he must know how to cook" "Sari, my darling, you’re a sweet fraud Don’t crook Suk’s head with a teaching rod Better teach him how to fly by hook or by crook" Sari, my daughter, in mid September, gave birth to a girl She was a ball of furry delight, eyes were pacific pearl I said, "Sari ,you are now a mother So you must not be antsy like other Sari hugged her child,said”dad, no worry, she will be a whirl"