by A.S. (8th Grade)

I am here to tell a thrilling tale to you
A thrilling tale full of sadness, it’s true.
Pizza I have loved above the rest,
This horrifying tale is surely not jest!
A crazy thing has happened to me,
But it happened more than one time, and less than three.
Around birds I always seem to lose my wit,
Though it is quite humiliating to admit.
They scare me, with their ugly faces
And sharp beaks that could use bird braces.
This tale begins around five years ago, I say.
This whole rivalry started with that one day.
I was in the third grade, with pizza galore!
But I hadn’t noticed the pigeons begin to soar-
Okay, not really, they are too fat,
So, they simply, around us, sat.
Stupidly, I left my pizza upon a log,
Maybe to climb a tree or rope a hog.
I don’t remember, and maybe it was partly my fault
But I came back and my pizza was gone, and in the dirt was a
Pizza! Torn to shreds!
By those stupid birds with creepy heads!
A few years after THAT incident was done,
My family was vacationing somewhere with sun.
We were at a restaurant and eating some food
In a place where over our heads there was no hood.
We were exposed to the elements, though it was quite beautiful,
I didn’t yet suspect anything unusual.
Pizza on a plate, was my lunch,
Which I really love a bunch.
I went to the bathroom,
And came back with a zoom.
There was no pizza on my plate,
Seagulls, I was told, ate the saucy bait.
Whether or not it was them or my mom,
I cannot say.
But, I hate birds, and they hate me,
That much, is plain to see.
I believe this curse runs in the family.
For, a few years ago my cousin, too tragically
Got some pastry she was eating,
Eaten by BIRDS.
THOSE BIRDS.