Bird Bomber

Harold Dean Sink
Another day when I was off gazing up into the sky

A small bird did poop into me eye!

"Ahh" I screamed as the pain endured.

Was it the plan of this bird to hit me with its manure?

The day went on in spite of this.

I washed mine eye of that bird's near miss.

But miss it did not for my eye still hurts.

Next time I look up I will be more cautious.

Published by Harold Dean Sink

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  • Lady Samantha6/7/2009

    Lol! I spy with my little eye, something gooey and white (ok that sounded worse that I meant it to be!)

  • jayanti raman6/6/2009

    Nice poem,thanks Harold Sink

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