This is a little ditty I penned the other day after bringing in the washing.
I think it would be great accompanied by the ukulele or banjo; imagine a modern-day George Formby vibe.
Perhaps a dove crapped down as it winged by?
Or could an owl have pissed from way up high?
Might a crow have loosed its bowels,
Hit my Carhartt but missed the towels?
I think a bird shat from September’s pale blue sky.