Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

Tale of a Messy Birdhouse

Written about all there is to write about
Covered all the important issues
Except one, haven't written about a birdhouse
Or the bird poop that always ensues

Don't these guys have any class at all
No appreciation for what we do
Providing a home through all kinds of weather
Come on, show some tact or adieu

Your kind are not welcome round this place
Find some other birdhouse to mess
This abode is for clean freak birdies only
So mosey along with the rest

It's almost like I think they understand me
Well I pretty sure some do
Coz when I told one to take a hike
It pooped on my fancy dress shoe

Well there you go that's something different
Pretty sure that's a first time for me
Writing about birdies and their pooping habits
Wish they'd stay up in the trees

© Jack Ellison 2014

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Donna Jones March 13, 2014 at 10:26 PM Maybe it was time to trade in those shoes too...and you haven't seen bird poop until you've cleaned a chicken house!!! Oh well..its awesome for my garden.:-) Jack Ellison March 14, 2014 at 6:53 AM Think I'll STICK to little birdie poop! Can imagine with all those chickens how high the pile can get! YUCKSIES! Loving hugs... XOXOX

Russell Sivey March 9, 2014 at 11:47 PM Those bad "little" birdies dumping their dirty load on your floor and in your shoes! We have a lot of robins that come and visit us and they are the dirtiest birds I've ever seen. They poop on anything and everything all the time! YUCK!! This write is tremendous, I'm glad you could come up with something else to write about...writers block sucks!! Great work!! Jack Ellison March 10, 2014 at 7:32 AM Up here, it's a big deal to see the first robin! It's a harbinger of spring!!!

Jan Allison March 9, 2014 at 4:12 PM Nothing could be worse than getting pooped on when you are all dressed up for a hot date. Wish they would be more choosy where they drop their load - then again you have to be thankful pigs and cows can't fly. Needed cheering up so thought I'd call on you dear brother Jack, your poems always make me chuckle. Jan xx Jack Ellison March 10, 2014 at 7:28 AM LOL Love your sense of humour, dear sis!!! WOO HOO! Loving huggsies... XOX

Carol Eastman March 9, 2014 at 9:00 AM A whole flock of geese once took off from the roof of where I worked... They dumped their load all over my truck from one end to the other... I had just ask God to give me a sign when to trade in the old clinker... Since we were in the middle of the parking lot and no one else got hit... I went out and got a new car! Well, used... But new to me! Hey! When God speaks that loudly... Ya gotta listen! Really! PS. Don't tell Dragon about this... Next thing you know... he'll be dive bombing my roses! Jack Ellison March 9, 2014 at 9:04 AM When you get these signs, ya better listen! Guess it was time to trade in the old clinker before you had a bad accident... right! XOXOX