Against Poems About Birds

I was walking along and I saw a sparrow
But I realised quickly that I needed a fellow
And although that rhymes it’s still not quite clear
What it is I need to be walking near

‘Cause I need a voice not a winged metaphor
Who can say to me what this poem is for
And of course, a proper bloke! is what I need for this
Who can tell me straight what my one point is

So take the “O!” off “fellow”
And add an “a”
And now I have my “fella”
And he did say

“Fucking hell, pal—stop writing poems about birds, yeah?”