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They're out there. Poem of too many words and too many lines. (Don't take it seriously...) |
FEATHERED EVIL They live far away where it is not warm In the waters is where they tend to swarm Their diet, they claim, is mainly small fish They mate for life, as many humans wish When underwater, they swim with such grace And yet on the ground, they fall on their face The dads are known to look after the kids Despite the wind and snow being frigid Yes, they look cute and maybe even sweet While waddling about on their big flat feet But do not let innocent looks fool you Those bastards are only out to kill you They hide in huge flocks, just watching it all Then when the time comes, up goes a loud call And the strange cry of these alleged birds Can be understood by all without words I’m not saying they use any weapons But I wouldn’t put anything past them They wait until you’re completely alone Then they block the signal to your cell phone And they attack in a rush of feathers You hear smacking like willow on leather They swamp all those who are unsuspecting No rhyme nor reason to their selecting So, the only thing we can do is hide Nowadays, it’s us or them, do or die There’s too many of them for us to fight So we should simply turn tail and take flight For they run the government over us And have got themselves protected status So killing them is now against the law No matter the rules they themselves ignore Therefore, I give a warning to you all Before they have forced you under their thrall There is no animal more full of sin Than the evil, nasty, feathered penguin |