Crowing Closer

Okay. I have to admit that crows aren't my favourite feathered creature.
But they are fun to put in a rhyme and as Halloween draws closer, an apt topic!
Here we go . . .

A crow emerges from the mist,

Its blazing eyes can’t be dismissed,

I wonder as I have before,

What did he get his bad rap for?

Did he miss eating all his greens?

And then quit cawlege in his teens?

Drink too much cawfee in his life?

Forget to caw his loving wife?

Perhaps his drinking went too far,

Spent too much time at his crow bar.

No visits from ol’ Santa Caws,

For frequent and diverse faux pas?

Did his cawstume-wearing e’er portend

An inclination to offend?

And did his friends all scream ‘foul play!’

When they met to play crowquet?

The cawking did our bird eschew,

When fixing plumbing old and new?

And did he horrify his Folks

With cawnstant telling of bad Jokes?

When meeting his albino friend,

Call him cawcasion to the end?

And did he stomp the crowcus flat?

When angry, crowcuss like a brat?

For such a shiny, pretty bird,

His reputation seems absurd!

So, for the record, I dispute

The rapid loss of his repute!

‘Tis evening of a crisp fall day,

And shrouded figures come our way,

Please be kind-hearted, don’t demean

Our slandered crows this Halloween.

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week, because the world's so tense,

We'll try to speak of common sense.