3 short poems. 3 recent (and very real) personal accounts.
I laid by the pool
For a bask in the sun
A bird aimed for my leg
And fired his Pü gun
I parked my car
And from rafters above
A package of Pü,
From Pigeon, with love
I sought the hot tub
For an evening foot soak
But turned the jets on
To a steaming Pü Coke
litte birdie in the sky
why’d you do that in my eye
i’m a big girl, i won’t cry
i’m sure glad that cow’s don’t fly
I was hoping these would be in haiku form lol
beautiful, just beautiful!
thank you for the correct use of the umlaut, it did so much for your Kung Pu poem.
hahhahahahahaha, from pigeon with love
[...] (the only 2 things I remember about Lamar are the famous, homegrown basketball players and the pü smell). She relayed the why’s and what’s and who’s and huh’s of the story [...]