The Hello Poem
Hello, says I to the pigeon by my side.
Hello, says he, enunciating the utmost glee.
Says I, Ha Ha! A talking one at last.
Surprised is he, have you never seen one of me.
Your kind is uncommon, in case you haven't noticed.
A rare speciman you are, don't you see?
I think I might, says the bird to me.
I understand quite perfectly.
My type is unusual, my kind is odd.
But wait, why are you looking at me with such awe.
Not awe, says I. Promise, I correct.
A large sum of money I see in your eyes.
Oh yes! What a fiasco this will be.
Now wait, says Pigeon to me,
I didn't agree to this,
Be gone foul creature so I can be free at last!
Oh ho! I say,
Not today!
You are mine to keep, to keep and cherish.
Or more so, simply make a profit.
Your greed is high, your longing is stong,
But I will come out the winning man,
Says Bird to me.
Don't be so silly, I teased.
I am the smarter animal here.
Not you.
Why must you refuse to go along with your own destiny?
Destiny? He scoffed.
Is that what you think this is?
Anything but...perhaps a scam.
Are you accusing me?
Of...of such treachery?
Don't be a fool, the bird went on.
I have already won.
How so? I querry.
And quick as a flash,
The bird is gone, down to his last and final eyelash.
View User's Journal
Wryn's Poems, Short Stories, and other Works
What feel like writing, when I feel like writing, and usually why I feel like writing.
 |
User Comments: [1]
|
User Comments: [1]