- Oct 21
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There's a naughty list
Kept by the watchers
Not equated to
Chrissie presents
But you won't know you're on it
Until you met by
An angry
Ball of feathers
Because out there
Someone has you pegged
Despite probably nothing
You've done
You just look like
A bad egg
from their past...
So now you better run
At least Santa gives you
The benefit of doubt
To reset on
A yearly basis
But the other has
No truck with that
And keeps a file for years
Of faces
As many as thirty-
That's you and your dopples
And twenty-nine other
Poor types
Waltzing along in
Your merry daze
Before your avenger
Side-swipes
It could just be that
You have the same hair
Or have the same
Logo on your jacket
But who has time
To say if past baddies
Were you?
Let's just attack it
People have swung by a tree
after years
in which magpies
Have not bothered a soul
Only to find themselves
Dive-bombed again
As they were in
Times of old
When they're sure they
Never did a thing
To wound
Those precious birds
But somehow they've
Been singled out
As the one
Who must be spurned
Still, when was the last time
Someone scaled a gum
To hassle
A bunch of chicks
Not since Ginger Meggs
I'd say
So maggies,
Pick on the kids
A bit funny
But with a grain of truth
If you're aged
Ten to thirty
The birds have a bone
to pick with youth
That's why their glare's
So dirty
Yet, of all the study
And ornithology
That's gone into
Answering why
The answer they've found
To stop being hounded
Is as easy
As earthworm pie
Make friends with them-
Really,
That's what's
Been concluded
From the science
And the theses
Show them that you're kind
Give them the piece of mind
That you're the better
Of your species
Spare the helmet
With googly eyes
And the bike horn
That sounds like a ship
Because, given their memories
It won't be just you
But your grandkids
Getting the...
Addendum:
I'm not saying don the shirt of your political rival
and make an ass of yourself under a tree
but if it's by a school that run polling booths
you didn't hear the suggestion from me
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