Once again I bring to you a frivolous Ode:
An Ode to Angry Birds
O Angry Birds,
Why are you so?
It was those damned
Porcine foe.
They stole your eggs
And now must pay
In explodey, crunchy
Smashy ways.
O Angry Birds,
Where shall we go?
To defeat those damned
Porcine foe?
In space, in Rio,
In the Wild West,
Anywhere we find those
Porky pests.
O Angry Birds,
Why is it so much fun?
When I told myself
Work should be done?
It’s the height of
Procrastination
To smash and crash
And dream of bacon.