(This is a fictional poem)
I went to a job interview after a bird shit in my hair.
Shit was all over the top of my head and I didn't know it was there.
I wondered why the people were laughing when I went to the job interview.
I didn't get the job because my hair was covered with poo.
Nobody told me that I had shit in my hair so I went like that on a date.
Needless to say it didn't go so great.
She didn't want a second date, that couldn't be more clearer.
I pissed all over myself when I got home and looked in a mirror.
I got really mad and I had a fit.
I've washed my hair five times and it still smells like shit.
Randy Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-shit-in-my-hair/
