Untitled (“I looked out the window…”)
I looked out the window,
and a bird was chirping.
CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP.
CHIRPALURP.
It chirped.
I chirped back.
CHIRP.
I was walking down the street one day.
The ants tried to carry me home.
But I crushed them with my Payless shoes.
I felt symbolic.
So symbolic it gave me a tummy ache.
And I chirped.
I was hungry,
so I ate my deoderant...
because I wanted "Powder Fresh" breath.
This was a significant day
In my significant life.
Thankyou.
Sent as a joke to poetry.com, this poem was written by a member of Sarah Ferguson's English class at Miami Springs Senior High School.
