Panic in the Park

Panic in the Park

If you take lunch on a sunny park bench,
You must take care and be sure to entrench
Your french fries while they’re still fresh and warm,
Dark eyes about are planning you harm

A poor panhandler, seeming, he,
As innocent as the pollinating bee,
Milking your pity, you deign throw him one,
Thinking, surely, there’s no harms done

Naw, that’s how the git ya!

Before that French fry hits the ground
From everywhere and all around
EVERY pigeon comes flying down,
You fear in this gray wave you’ll drown

A Tsunami tide of pigeon wings,
Beaks and black eyes cover everthing,
Your fries between your legs you clench,
As a bird next to you on the bench

Distracts you with a peck on the finger,
It’s too late now, too long you’ve lingered,
While another beaks your French fry package
And tosses them all as far as he can manage

Your French fries! Flying all around!
Not one of them will hit the ground,
And I think that pigeon has a knife!

  So, time to run,
A French fry is not worth your life