Poem by: Baz
Genre: Children Stories
children, poem, bird, funny, thrush
Submitted: May 24, 2009
“What's that I spy,
With my little bird eye,
Up here in the sky?”
asked the thrush.
“It's a plane flying high!
And it's passing right by!
I should go before I become..!”
© Copyright 2016 Baz. All rights reserved.
Oh a new poem! This is another wonderful
little story for the youngsters. I loved
it too of course. Kind regards.
Thanks again, M. Glad you liked it. People sometimes think that stuff like this is a little too gorey for kids, but my experience is that they love this sort of thing. I just hope I haven't scarred my two for life! :-)
One of the many hazards of being a bird in the wrong place at the right time lol I just love these. S.R.
Thanks SR. I donlt know how or why I started writing poems about splatting animals, but they seem to have hit a chord with people. And I must admit, I still get a giggle out of them too, even now.
smush! lol wat exactly is a thrush anyway??? ive never heard of it... then agin i am stupid so.... :) Bird meets plane: plane wins every time... Even if it does go down, plane wins... lol :)
A thrush is just a type of small bird. And not a very clever one, by the looks of it. Too busy talking about the plane to get out of its way. Oh Dear...
(Note: No birds were hurt in the writing of this poem)
oooo so he didnt die? good i liked it
He got smushed, but made a full recovery. Phew!
SMOOSH! SPLAT! ahahahehehehee.
Glad you like!
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