An Interactive Twilight Experience.
Little birdie in the sky.
Why'd you do that to me eye?
Gee, I'm glad that cows don't fly!
I found an old box filled with my elementary grade school work. Mom's always been a pack-rat hoarder She still thinks I'm a baby. No matter how much I've grown. What can I say? Mothers will be mothers. So I was going through my work and homework assignments. Man, I was stupid back then! I can't help but laugh. It was obvious that I was a hyper little kid. I was even placed in section 504! Meaning, the teachers were required to give me more attention. Which to me means, special attention. I'm glad I've calmed down a lot. Well... Learned to know WHEN to calm down. Then I came across this poem. "Little Birdie" My first reaction was that I laughed my ass off! But then I stopped and thought. Wait... I did the assignment correctly. So why would the teacher give me a 50? The poem had three lines, as instructed. And I had a choice to make either the first and last lines rhyme, or all three. Obviously, I had chosen all three. Hm... I can't help but smile at this thought. I was a smart kid after all! I just pissed off the teachers a lot.