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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