feckweed

feckweed presents:
WEST NILE LIMMERICKS & HAIKUS

Peaceful summer stroll
Fragrant smells quickly turn sour
Dead bird smiles at me

Dead bird in the yard
My stick pokes its bloated chest
Insects swarm in fear

There once was a bird in my yard
Its body had become quite hard
With a stick in my mitt,
I poked at it,
Until it was horribly marred

Chest tore open from stick
with malice and forethought bad,
good germs poison you