Soiling a sign,

Fortunately it’s not mine,

He did fly with the just the rest,

Never did he feel himself the best,

Till that one day he did poop on the mayor’s wife,

She was out for blood, making for all gulls strife…J

Then he grew in stature,

So he started to poop on everybody,

He started with the police chief, then his dispatcher,

Then he flew over the cemetery and pooped on a body snatcher,

The dogs did love him too, so he did poop as well on the dog catcher…J

The moral of this story does not exist,

If Jonathon could, against humanity he’d raise a fist,

He was begged by the townsfolk to cease & desist,

So from then on he didn’t aim and most times missed…J