|Poem to a bird I named "Larry"|
I write this poem down, but with a forced cause
Writing with proper grammar, and proper English laws
Keeping in mind all my past works, and their past flaws
Such as a misplaced comma, or incorrect proverbial cluase.
And so begins the poem
I remember like yesterday, his black plumage and muffled caws,
His sharp eyes pierced everywhere they looked, like his two, very sharp claws
He donned on him a smile, and let out many devilish guffaws
For in my grasp I had nothing to eat, and he found some Häagen-Daz
"How jealous am I of that Raven, and his dish of Häagen-Daz
But how satisfied" said I, "will I be when the day heats and his treat thaws.
And I shall laugh at him, and he shall have to bear each and every one of my ha-ha's"
And the Raven looked up at me, and smiled again, giving me a Raven's applause
Whilst grinning, applauding, and staring, he held on with his jaws
To the three scoops of life still withheld inside the container of Häagen-Daz
And before he let go to lecture my logic with all it's quirks and flaws
He brought attention to the moment with a literary device; the holy and revered pause
"You see my friend", the Raven started "your previous claim has many flaws.
What if I happen to eat all of this treat before the treat thaws?
The logic you serve can only be supported by this one curious cause.
Your source of satisfaction will only come at the expense of anothers loss"
The Raven looked down once again to finish up his Häagen-Daz
The he flew in much haste, leaving his waste, muttering "I must save another lost cause"
And apart from the waste, there was a grin on my face, for the better man I knew I was
For the richness of the moral I learned from the Raven I aptly named "Larry".
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