Since it’s the 4th, I thought I’d do an American themed poem. Sort of. This is from 2003 or so, I think.

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Christopher Columbus

If I was Christopher Columbus I wouldn’t be so boring. Because that is the name of a parrot and he just sits there on the island he is on. Maybe he was stranded there when he pooped on Bluebeard’s beard and that is why it is blue. Also he flew into things by accident. Like eyeballs so they had to get eyepatches. Trees and things were afraid and they ran off the island and even his poop was afraid of his later poop. So he sleeps a lot. My Dad would say he needs ambition and maybe some money.