Bombs Away Poem by David Harris
Bombs Away
In the skies above us
the birds tirelessly fly,
their aerial displays
are better than our own.
The sail across the currents effortlessly
and on their bombing raids
their targeting is precise.
Their bombs do not kill or maim,
but do mess things up a bit.
Never park under a tree
as they have a particular delight
of targets parked there.
They seem to like
the colour red when bombing
and their evidence is always seen.
Our feathered friends
swoop down from the sky
and enjoy their bombing practice
when one comes into sight.
The leader yells TALLY HO
and away they go
with a SPLAT here and a SPLAT there.
At just one glance,
you can tell you have been targeted.
Now just imagine how much
worse it could be
if cows learned to fly.
Ouch DAvid - - just to think of cows flying and 'bombing' all who dare stay below..... - - so full of humour and thanks for the warning! ! ! 10 Fay
My daughter taught me to enjoy watching birds; but oh man, that image of the flying cow scared me to death, lol. You are spot-on as always..(smile)
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5/2/2024 6:33:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Only You could have written this, David - witty, light hearted and sooooooooo true. You take an everyday experience and lift it from the irritating to the hilarious. I can't get the image of a flying cow (and it's steaming and generous 'bombs') out of mind. LOL. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥