I woke up one morning and sat down to rest.
I looked out the window and saw quite the mess.
The more that I looked, the more mess I saw.
I continued to look and I was in awe.
The table was spotted, the deck was gotten, too.
I could not believe all of the bird poo.
I seriously though that there wouldn't be more.
Until I went out front through my very own door.
I was shocked when I spotted all of this waste.
I hurried down carefully, I'm afraid in my haste
Down the driveway I walked to go get the mail.
I stubbed my toe, thought I broke it and also my nail.
So, this sad story I tell, not for pity or sorrow.
I just hope that the birds party at your house tomorrow!
6 comments:
aww your poor toe! That bird poop is disgusting!
Hahahaha! When the birds were done partying at your place they moved the after-party to my Yukon's windshield! :)
Dawn! that would have taken me DAYS to write that poem! and I still wouldn't have gotten it right. that was great! loved it.
you're funny! hope your toe is better!
Crazy bird party!
Funny, we were both in poetic moods this week. I promise I didn't copy your idea; I wrote my blog post before reading yours!
hahaaa! you can keep your bird party!
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