Feathery Fiends
What is the matter, my fine-feathered friend?
Why must you peck at my nose?
Why does your bird-brain still ill-comprehend
That Hitchcock's "The Birds" made me doze
So some birds come - how scary is that?...
I hold a bird in the hand
Yada, yada, yada, bird poop goes "splat"
I ask why on me must it land?
Being pooped on by birds is lucky, they say
Not if you're Tippi Hedron
In which case your best bet is running away
To hide under quilts in the bedroom
Donald or Daffy, who's your favourite duck?
Why do you force me to choose?
Which one I harbour and which one I chuck
Either way, one duck I will lose
| Contributors: | quasi, F, Kansas Sam, Karin, Padfoot, Ethetran, Beefy, snood. |
| Poem finished: | 26th September 2003. |