Monday, July 6, 2009

Rest in Peace


Starling

There is a bird called Starling
A pooping little pest he is
He will dive bomb your car
And leave a deposit
Whether you like it or not

I saw him flying straight for my car
And as he went out of sight
I saw him high fiveing his friends

This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t care
I would like to write another verse
Here lies Starling
He pooped his best
He pooped his last
Rest in Peace

4 comments:

Jimh. said...

nice poem Grandma! Apparently you had a bad dun in with a starling...

Cora said...

I hate the crows they sit on our light pole and make a mess of my car. So I decided to shoot one with Jim's high powered air soft gun I hit it about 6 times before it finally decided to move.

Stephanie Frieze said...

Pooping birds used to annoy me, too. Now I slow down so that the clean-up-crows can get out of the road.

Diane said...

Ahhhh, seems poor starling should have reconsidered that last dive bombing mission, huh?! Nice poem, Grandma! Have a great week!

Many hugs...........

Diane