Today, I was innocently standing at the train station when a stealth pigeon pooped all over my shoulder and arm. Last tuesday, I got bird poop on my back at McDonalds. It seems that Tuesdays are now my bird poop days, so I wrote a poem…
Oh, the wretched day of tue
Tis my day of the bird poo poo
Indeed what shall i ever do?
I hate pigeons and more and yet more
You know, it’s good luck when a bird poo’s on you!
it’s bad luck if you get a disease from it.