THE ART CRITICISM OF BIRDS

Villagers made my likeness, a statue, and they set it outside,

That was a such fantastic honor, a stimulus for my pride,

The birds came forward day one,

Left their white drippings, a ton,

That started my enemies laughing; in the next village I hide.

I BOUGHT A BUDA ON FRIDAY TO BRING ME SOME LUCK

There were great deals on Black Friday but, I had no funds to pay,

I had not been working since, the third week of May,

I broke open my penny jar,

Found four dimes in the car,

I could then buy a small Buda made out of red clay.

THE PROBLEM WITH STATUES

They made a statue of my cousin who was a political engineer,

He misbehaved but, got the roads paved all while drunk with beer,

Kids will now see the statue and ask,

What set my coz to stone?  What task?

Was it paved roads or, when he hit that poor mommy deer?