The Bird
By scook5242
There was once a bird blue in color to be exact
For each person who passed beneath him he would attack
His name was Chirpy and boy was he mean
He'd spot out children and make them scream
In the morning he sang loud tunes
He wasn't any good and it made people loons
Late at night he perched on a tree
Stalking walkers in the dark whom could not see
He would poop on their backs and even in their hair
He swooped down at anyone and with flair
Chirpy wasn't so "chirpy" after all
He was rude and mean never nice but dull
Although his color was of a pretty blue
That didn't matter 'cause his attitude blew
No one liked this bird at all
For Chirpy soon would find himself completely malled
One summer day in the middle of June
He was picking on humans by untying their shoes
When out of nowhere one man had enough
He stepped on the poor bird causing a scruff
Chirpy flew upward in a frantic flight
The man swatted him downward like it depended on his life
The bird let out a squawk even louder than before
As the man felt superior choosing not to ignore
Finally Chirpy gave up the fight
The man had won even the bird's nest that night
Poor old' Chirpy was never seen again
All because one person having fed up to no end
So the story of the bird
That no one liked
Was a tid bit in history
And out of sight
Author Notes: Written on December 3, 2019.
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