I had painted this sometime ago.Now its not with me so I couldn’t improve the photograph.

Thenest is all crammed
So shabby and dowdy
Those nestlings are an awful lot
Boisterous and downright rowdy.
They poke fun at me
They tug at my down
Yet I suffer them quietly
I do not wear a frown.
Pecking at those crumbs I’m sick
It’s burgers that I care
I refuse to settle for two pence, mom
This I declare.
And what about my mobile
You promised me at birth?
Let alone a PC
Am I not of worth?
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