I\'ll wring his neck!
That noisy bird
4 in the morning
It\'s so absurd
Right on the clock
So dark at 4
He makes his noise
My head\'s so sore
\"I\'ll wake them up
Those lazy birds
They scream at me
Such spiteful words\"
So scream he does
And calls his group
They all fly in
Support the troop
I wait till 5
They fly away
But noisy bird
Will always stay
I creep till near....
He\'s about to rest
I bellowed \"YOU TWIT\"
He fell off his nest!
I wrote this poem after reading Relic\'s A Bird Overhead and Robert Haigh\'s Insomnia. Not sure where Noisy Bird and his supporters will fly to next month but I don\'t think he goes to Europe or the US!