A friend told me that a bird crapped on her arm and hand the other day.
Sadly, the first person she thought of was me:)
I barely took 2 steps out of my apartment this morning when a sweet little bird crapped on my hand.
This is the 3rd time that a feathered creature has projected a big one on the right side of my body.
If a bird dumping on you is really good luck – well – HOT DAMN – 2013 is going to be the best year of my life!
Regardless, the incident inspired a poem.
Oh little bird,
Why do you insist on me?
Am I the only one
On which you can poo and pee?
Once on my arm, then on my hand
Once on my shoulder…
I just don’t understand.
If I’ve upset you in any way
Let’s sit down and talk.
Otherwise I am going to have to ask you
To please, please, PLEASE
Knock that sh** off!!