Strangely enough, if you were to ask me two weeks ago about the poems I wrote in my freshman class, this is the only one I would have remembered in detail. Looking back, I have no idea what made me want to write this poem. But, observing the teacher's comments below, I got a solid A and the words "Excellent idea and execution" are listed. So, take that mofos! The nineteen year old me was much smarter than the current version of me, though. I don't think I get my poem anymore.
Some Impeccable Bird
I took a walk on the beach, the other day, when I spotted a small bird. I couldn't tell what kind of bird it was. I thought it might have been a pigeon. I stared and I gawked and I thought about the bird. And after I thought about it, I gawked and I stared some more. Pigeons aren't supposed to be on the beach, I thought. Seagulls are. If pigeons start taking over the beach, where will all the seagulls go? I started toward the intruding bird to see if it would move. At that moment, a uniformed officer approached me and informed me that the beach was closed and I wasn't supposed to be there. Maybe beaches are only for the seagulls.
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