adventures in dysthymia

Monday, June 27, 2011

Don't Park Under the Trees

The wind is warm and it will bring
robin and warbler, sparrow, waxwing.
Look out for those migrating flocks,
they pass through regular as clocks.
Leave their calling cards behind,
park your car and you might find
little gifts they have bestowed.
You may wish you had been towed!

Spring is riding on the breeze
and birds are everywhere one sees.
Therefore, I must ask you, please,
don't park under the trees!
Yes, it's time for the birds and the bees
and the pollen that makes me wheeze.
That's alright but I ask you, please,
don't park under the trees!

If it has feathers and a song,
it may be fixing to do you wrong,
and if there's an entire troop,
well, that's a lot of trouble and poop.
So, careful where your park that Bimmer
or don't complain, seethe or simmer,
when they give it a new paint job
with many a little purple daub.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

Just a silly song. I came up with the idea back in the spring but didn't get around to working on it until now. With something like this there's a lot of leeway for revision or addition down the line, though one must be cautious not to belabor the joke. That's the biggest complaint I have with most of the humorous songs (or attempted humor) I've heard at live events -- they just don't know when to quit.

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