The Dadaist And The Cockatoo Proctologist

A French-Guinean Dadaist had studied in Tasmania, a cockatoo proctologist who hailed from Lithuania.... they caught each other's roaming eye and soon became a loving pair. The Dadaist was very shy but covered it with stylish flair and as the years rushed by at speed they worked together, she at art and he, depending on the need of birds to have their cheeks apart but soon the Artist's talent dried finances shrank and life got tough when their own bird, a blurry-eyed but funny fellow said: ENOUGH! And then proceeded to explain how he would make them filthy rich. This cockatoo did have a brain and had a name, they called him Mitch. He demonstrated how he'd sit upon his perch above the table, where paper lay, and bit by bit he'd dropp his turds, yes he was able to twist and wiggle, and diperse exotic patterns thus creating a painter's multicoloured verse. They spent the morning, still debating but put his talents soon to use and turned out masterpieces then they added a Canadian goose who brought new colours and again the Dadaist and wife had wealth all due to one smart cockatoo, and, thanks to proper anal health they soon retired on the pooh.