Astronaut
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For Your Choice P Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall
and drank a pint of alcohol.
'Twas then I had a thought,
and heaved a heavy sigh.
A bird is happy in the sky
when he spreads his wings to fly.
He is so, is he not?
I saw a bird who could not be caught,
a little avian astronaut.
'Twas then I heard him call.
The inspector said, "how did he die?
It's simple. This wall is high,
but I would ask the question why
he took this foolish fall."
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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