Loved your poems Eagle and jabber. You two knock me out with your cleverness.

They threw paint all over his masterpiece
which was nothing more than a dasterdly deed.

It shows them up for their lack of personality,
they are lowly creatures, unkind and suffer a propensity.

Inside their bones runs black oil for marrow,
Their skin pocked and ugly, their heads empty and narrow.

If they had any ambition they might be a wanderer,
but instead they do mischief, destroy things and are squanders.

What to do with these hooligans only a mother could love,
take them to the rooftop and give them a gentle shove, oops!

WORDS: comic, romance, scarecrow, kindergarden