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Please Tell Me Why

Please, tell me why . . . woodpeckers,
Suddenly appear,
Every time, I am near,
Simply said,
They like to peck,
On my head.
On the day that I was born,
The angels got together,
And decided that a dream would never do,
So they sprinkled sardines on my head,
And some roses that are really dead,
And a sleeping bag,
With Bean and Onslow too.
That is why, all the birds in town,
Peck my head, up and down,
Just like that,
I need a hat,
How about,
You?

Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2020

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Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 7/29/2020 3:43:00 PM Hello Bryan Norton, this is a fun poem. It never happened to me. Enjoy your evening my friend. Login to Reply

Andrea Dietrich Date: 7/29/2020 1:56:00 PM Love this one too, Bryan. More whimsy just means more fun and you did this style very very well. Login to Reply Bryan Norton Date: 7/29/2020 2:33:00 PM Thanks, Andrea!

Sam Kauffman Date: 7/29/2020 1:19:00 PM Delightful, imaginative whimsy my friend! Got plenty of hats - maybe I can loan you one! Reminds me of woodpecker I rescued from a chimeny one time! Fortunately I didn't need a hat! Thanks for sharing and for the tee-hee, giggle and titter! Hope your head heals! Login to Reply Bryan Norton Date: 7/29/2020 1:24:00 PM Thank you so much. On the subject of whimsy, I like this poem a lot, but my next is maybe a thousand times better. Maybe. Should be up in a few minutes! Thanks.