The Bluebird (With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)

On a day quite bright and cheery, I was feeling rather eerie as I read a volume of my favorite writer, Edgar Allan Poe. While I read a tale so gruesome, a brisk breeze suddenly blew some annoying visitor through some, through some forgotten window. A bluebird of happiness blew in through some open window and he tweeted, "Cheer up, bro!"

I sat in my chair not heeding, determined to keep on reading

and ignoring this stupid bluebird who through the window had come,

with his cheery disposition, unlike any apparition,

he was clearly on a mission, a mission to make me succumb.

To a happy disposition he wanted me to succumb.

Quoth the Bluebird, "Why so glum?"

I tried to read of woe and gloom, the bluebird wouldn't leave the room

save when he flew out and brought me in his beak a yellow buttercup.

I was feeling vexed and crappy, he was being blithe and sappy,

determined to make me happy, happy, carefree and brightened up.

He wanted me to laugh, smile, be mirthful and to brighten up.

Quoth the Bluebird, "Lighten up!"

At this point I'd had quite enough of all this mawkish maudlin stuff.

I wanted to be left alone and now I was in a terrible snit.

I went and brought in my pet cat and I told him "Have at that!

It's a bluebird tasty and fat, a fat, delicious tidbit!"

My hungry cat went after that fat tasty looking tidbit

Quoth the Bluebird, "Holy shit!" - Jeff Barnes