Blue Jay Warrior
Blue Jay Warrior knew this tile roof would be slick
He has a wise brain, he is in no way ignorant or thick.
He argued with the team, but they won thanks to his brother.
A favorite in the gang, and with his father and mother.
Blue Jay Warrior was losing his grip on these tile fast.
He knew in a few moments he might be seeing his past.
But wait! A voice said. We can fly, so do it, okay?
That internal voice from grandma just might save the day.
Blue Jay Warrior flew up and gave his team a trill.
Letting them know he was their look out still.
The team was robbing the bank, there were grubs to steal.
They wanted suckers too, which to him had no appeal.
But banks always give out suckers, said his brother Luke.
Luke’s audacity and forwardness made Blue Jay Warrior puke.
He was tired of Luke being the boss, and his fawning thug gang.
So he flew away, letting the idiots dry out and hang.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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