Sometimes you just draw to draw because to draw is fun.
Here, a poem.
Cats make me sneeze.
I have seen lots of tweens,
with Mullets recently.
Rat tails too.
When I see a bird,
I think of poo,
in my hair,
at the Kindergarden Picnic,
1987.
I hope there is a heaven,
for worms dat die during,
Thunderstorms.
Coo coo ka choo.
Chugga chugga choo choo.
The Worm is in the bird,
Alex
Alex Shaffo 
Birds often poo in my hair! 😦 I have gotten used to it!
Aww man!
I am sorry to hear this. 😦
You must spend lots of time thinking/relaxing under trees?
they seem to find me! 😦 they have a fondness for targeting me, especially if I have someplace important to be!
Oh dang, maybe its just bad luck then!?
Some say bird poop is good luck but I’m inclined to agree with you!