Scott Loring - A Poet, A Pen, And A Bird (In The Form Of A Limerick)

A poet once picked up a pen,
as his custom for ages had been.
But he sat on a bird,
and his screams could be heard
over country and valley and glen.

So, he picked that poor bird up and shook it,
'til its neck was considerably crooked.
Then he threw it quite far
and went out to a bar
and got himself good and 'forsnookered.'

And there on a napkin he wrote
a rare and most beautiful note.
Clear over the fold
the story he told
of the bird he had grabbed by the throat.

It told a sad tale of remorse;
how he grieved he had used so much force;
how he wished he could mend
his new feathery friend
and help him resume his winged course.

T'was the next day, just after sunrise,
he looked up and through blood-shot eyes
saw the bird on his sill!
And they're best of friends still!
Seems the bird had not met his demise.

And oft from his flight through the air
his friend would come visit him there
and with no condemnation
brought him great inspiration,
but never again from his chair!\n\nScott Loring

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