Bird Droppings Poem by Phil Soar

Bird Droppings



Of all the places you could fall,
you landed in my tea,
A great big bird shit from above
Had just about missed me
I'd sat down in the garden
To rest my sould a bit,
But all I got from up above
Was a cup of tea...with shit

Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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