Family Birds

My father is a whippoorwill
who plants his cants by chants.
His equity is meant for me with shoes, shirts and pants.

My mother is a nightingale
who croons her tunes by moons.
Her purity is meant for me with forks, knives and spoons.

My brother is a cardinal
who slurps his chirps by burps.
His dignity is meant for me with rouges, crooks and twerps.

My sister is an oriole
who thrills her trills by kills.
Her decency is meant for me with blasts, hits and chills.

My family is a bird-gaggle
who spouts the pouts by shouts.
Their legacy is meant for me with cheers, lauds and touts.