General Poetry posted January 31, 2012 |
Free verse competition entry
Park upon the lawn
by Christina 201
The trouble with camping under trees,
Is not that you might get fleas, Although they might be in the ground: It's waking up to the most raucaus sound, Like none you've ever heard. A thousand little chirping beaks Making sleep a prospect very bleak; Gum nuts fall like giant balls. That make you jump as if a lump Of rock has hit your roof. Then you see the proof Of chewing, nibbling,dropping. Just check the muck That on your van gets stuck. Birds arguing, Squabbling, Singing to the morn. If you have any sense, Don't get tense. Park upon the lawn If you want to sleep past dawn. |
Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry
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Love the birds. Aren't they gorgeous? But not at 6 AM.
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