The Eagle

A Shakespearean sonnet about eagles

It is brave, brave enough to go extinct.
Its wings flutter, flightlessly, in the air.
Hard on the outside, but inside it's pink.
To keep one as a pet is what I dare.

Don't just put it in a cage, take it out.
Go to town, and don't for get to feed it.
Don't be vain on the train, or full of doubt.
I'll give you a nice vest if you need it.

Eagles fly; and swoop, and dive, and over.
Don't forget to feed it cows, tasty cows.
An eagle once brought a four-leaf clover.
I didn't even know it could read! Wow!

Don't get carried away, literally!
Now, this village needs obliterating!