Who pooed this poo?
Was it an eagle, an owl, a green winged teal?
A linnet, a limpet, a hoopoe, a bat? (Bats=Birds?)
An Ibis, an egret, an egress?
(I know nothing of birds*)
Whatever it was, it was massive.
A moa? A roc? A Pteranodon?
(Dinosaurs=Birds, I have this on good authority)
I'd like to issue a rebuttal of this scathing critique of my architectural prowess, But I've no clue whether to direct my outrage to a Stork or a Sparrow or a Starling.
Any information will be rewarded with slice of Lemon Meringue Pie
(if there's still any left)
I made it last night and had a slice before bed. During the night I think pixies got into it; they helped themselves to another slice. Apparently they liked it, as it is now bedizened with fairy jewels, cabochons of amber and topaz and scintillating citrines. (i know a lot about Shiny Things)
*this rambling is dedicated to the prose of Mr Frank Key, more of which can be heard here
**UPDATE** there's no more pie. Sorry.
