Tipsy Hummingbird

Sunny summers day, the month of July. A tipsy hummingbird, was trying to fly. It had drank honey wine, and couldn't find its timing. That tipsy hummingbird. Tumbled side winding. One tipsy little bird, such a sight to see. crash landed badly, plumb in front of me. In a dithering spin, it shook to catch wind, promptly rolled over, and flopped on its chin. It did triple flips some bicycle kicks. This tipsy bird, was doin the twist. I grabbed my bandana, to sop up the spittle. Laughed as I cried, big stitches in the middle. within two quick minutes, the whole episode was over. Though it took another six before I gained composure. On a warm summer's day, sunny month of July. I was lucky to see, a Tipsy Hummingbird Fly. H.Elless Poet