TERRORIST ATTACKS

They never leave me,
they'll get me for sure.
They'll ruin my splendid shirt,
so colourful and pure.

Innumerous times on my shoulders,
they dropped it from the socket.
Once when they aimed at me,
it fell right into my pocket.

Over a tree or a railing,
they'll be waiting for me to come.
They'll bombard when I arrive,
shouting,"lets give him some!!"

Not under a tree or a wire,
I look for an empty space.
Thats when one of 'em flies over me,
and spoils my bag's grace.

Once it fell on my friend's shoulder,
and splashed over my pant.
The washerwoman saw the artwork and said,
"this pant........I cant!!!"

My friends dont dare to stand near me,
coz i'm an easy prey.
To get rid off these awful creatures,
I cant even look up and pray.

To shoot all the crows in this world,
is my only desire.
Once or twice I got lucky enough,
the stuff landed on my bike,'saffire'!

I'll call an assembly of crows,
plead them to put this affair to a stop.
Else,I dont thing I'd ever be able,
to manoeuvre crowdrop!!