“My name is Frank,

I must come in!”

His beady eyes looked

So long and thin.

A wolf in sheep

Or some other, skin?

I pondered, and I knew

I would. I would have to

Let him in. Despite

The fact each time,

Chaos unfurls, his

Goosy, goosy curls begin.

“Oh Frank,” I said

“Yes do, please come in.”

He honked like a horn

Beak smiling like sin.

For love is paltry,

And bird always wins.