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