SQWAK!!
Went the little baby vulture,
his beady baby birdie eyes,
peeking over the precarious perch,
at the lovely little larks,
that sang sweetly while swimming,
in the pretty perfect placid pond.
TWEET TWEET TWEET
Was all the little baby vulture,
heard hour by hour by horrendous hour.
In his piercing pinnacle of a perch,
atop a mortifying mountain of madness,
near a gory grotesque and gratuitous grove,
surrounded by a sordid, slimy, salacious swamp.
GLOMP GLOMP GLOMP!!!
The wings of the no longer childish vulture beat,
as he flew frighteningly fast,
His brutish black wings beat brashly,
His cruel and cataclysmic claws carouseling forth.
His enormous envious egomaniacal eyes envisioning evil.
HUGGLE HUGGLE HUGGLE!!!
The little lovely larks scrambled about,
searching for spots of safety,
running and rambling, roving and roaming.
No place of peace in the pond,
they tangled together, to tackle tomorrow.
The brazen black bird bellowing beyond.
KER-FLOOOOP!!!!
The wicked looking vulture did start to dive,
with a silly and sarcastic smile,
plastered purposefully upon his appearance.
That apocalyptic avian did acrobatically,
dive daring into the deep domain.
Alas....
That deep domain was devastatingly.....
Shallow.
KER-SLAP!!!!
The once intimidating vulture now covered in mud,
did chuckle and call to concerned, almost catatonic larks.
"I've always inspired to instigate an interested occasion"
The creaky and croaking coo of the creature called,
"Wanna wash away the whimsical fun with me?"
To this, the larks had only one response,
they flew and fled and frantically flapped,
in the blink of eye, they were gone.
The hospitable and heartfelt vulture understood,
that a bunch of boys and birds,
often judge and jump to conclusions,
and so, with no ill feelings or furrowed brow,
the vulture spent the day....
Playing in the mud.
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