Would the Woodpecker Leave the Wood, Please
The woodpecker outside
Is driving me nuts,
He just has to go,
no if's, and's or but's.
At five o'clock this morning
That stupid bird started.
If I get my hands on him
He'll be a "dearly departed".
He's trying to knock down the oak
With all of his might.
Banging it with his beak,
A most ridiculous sight.
Then a crow picks a fight,
The noise gets even worse.
Till they both fly away,
Their egos to nurse.
The only thing he's good for
Is poetic inspiration
But I wish he'd find another tree
To devote his dedication.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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