Little William

Have you ever heard
Of this little bird
Who'd call himself William
And think he's a human?

When it's come to migrate down
He'd always be last in town
Cause instead of going by air
He go walking there

This bird hated grains
He'd rather drink some champagne
Then he'd become a bit too drunk
So he'd think he's a punk

He'd go listening to some rock
All day till 10 o'clock
Not a bore was this bird
At least that's what I've heard

Now you know bout Little William
Who now thinks he's a woman
If you want to hear some more
You could go see him next door!

*I don't usually write funny poems....so please comment to tell me how I'm doing ^_^*