Cease Fire

Suddenly without warning
I saw you in the sky
You were on a mission
I thought I would cry

You have no heart you filthy coward
As you flew over our town
I am a peaceful man
I couldn’t shoot you down

No one is safe as you fly by
No man, no woman, no child
You hit your targets consistently
Even the statue at church was defiled

Your aim is uncanny as you hit your targets below
Precision bombing from afar
You now have gotten on my last nerve
You do it every time I wax my car.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Megens Avatar
May 24, 2009 at 9:14 AM
very funny buddy i thought it was on another level until the end great suspense
Sliger Avatar
May 20, 2009 at 7:44 AM
Haha very nice!! I love how you never distinctly stated what the subject was until the very end. Nicely done!!
Mcnaughton Avatar
May 19, 2009 at 5:07 PM
I liked this poem, It made me laugh, It's very good.
Tugaff Avatar
May 19, 2009 at 1:03 AM
Woooow! This is another one. Hope they will STOP. Ernilando
Hudson Avatar
May 18, 2009 at 7:03 PM
I have come to the conclusion that birds can't control their exit places. Blame the wax "job" on the earths gravitational pull. tee hee hee-:)AA
Fraser Avatar
May 16, 2009 at 10:08 PM
Nice write Vince, i was picturing a plane - then you sneaked up on me, with our feathered Stuka,s - James.
Spence Sr Avatar
May 16, 2009 at 4:42 PM
Vince, this is just awesome! I like the twist in the end. Thanks for the comment on the blog regarding my book. Have a great day. Blessings! ~Joseph
Chircop Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 2:15 PM
ow my i read this two times,it is very funny,love this sense of humuor--cheers,consider it a lucky token from above;-)--charma
Goff Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 1:34 PM
holy tomato! you flipped my emotions w/this cool write! sweeeeet! Jim
Mckenzie Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 1:32 PM
Vince You are too funny I love it you had me thinking you were going somewhere else ! lololo Laura :)
Winter Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 11:56 AM
~lol~ At least it didn't hit your head like Fred! Ha ha! This is hilarious! Love, Shar
Loveless Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 11:22 AM
Dive bomber? lmao nice job Vince this is great too but i absolutly ADORE your tribute before lol, Smiles and thank you for the comment [[im working on my self really, trying to feel better and smile and staty strong, going to finally get tested x), thanks for your support <3]] Jese
Reynolds Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 10:47 AM
HA! Vince..how I have missed your funny. a dive-bomber, eh? get out the BB gun, vince is out for revenge! lol loved this, love, Kristin
Devonshire Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 8:51 AM
This is outrageously funny, Vince! Every time I go to the beach deposits are on my car. One made a deposit on our Homecoming Queen in high school. Everyone laughed but the queen herself. A great write that goes straight to my faves. Love, Carolyn
Kelly Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 8:37 AM
Yup , Vince I've been there ... Yes sireee , sat there , to be shat-upon . They say that the difference between a banker and a pigeon , is that the feathered-one , can still put a deposit on a BMW !!! Shine on , Shine on harvest-bum , up in the sky ... Damn , Vince , now you got me started !!!! ..
Higgins Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 8:29 AM
LOL...LOL....those friggin birds will do it all the time..you have a great sense of humor...they are building a nest on my porch..friggin birds.
Derequito Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 8:19 AM
Ha ha ha. I remember going to church a few months ago to attend service and when I was walking neath a tree, something moist fell on my head. I learned first-hand how it felt to be in the receiving end of a carpet bombing! Fred
Strand Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 8:11 AM
Very amusing Vince.Thanks for for welcome blog comments.Rgds Brian.Have good weekend cleaning the car !
Richards Avatar
May 15, 2009 at 8:09 AM
Yep....that same dad-gum winged bomber gets around our town too......, over our house, the lantern on the post coming up our sidewalk looks like snow-topped Mt Everest!
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