Stretching wings Part II...

This is Trisklion's poem.

a man thought he'd find some repose
boarding crows in his very large nose
but he's mad when they litter
for they don't have a shitter
he's bitter they shit on his toes
yes his shoes are a mess
you could certainly guess
he's depressed and more or less and it shows
so it's cleaned with a scraper
and wadded up paper
it's a caper of state that he knows
the offending affair
only lends to despair
people stare everywhere that he goes
he complains to the birds
"I AM COVERED WITH TURDS!"
the poor man with crows in his nose

This is my take on his poem.

For a little bit of extra cash
a man with a very large nose
sought some tweeting tenants
Figuring they were on the up and up
However, they were in repose
insomuch as they were dirty birds
that had no couth and resorted
to throwing their crap out the window
to the street below, soiling their landlord's
blue suede shoes and causing commotion
with passerby. Shouting his frustration
with all this shit, he says that now everyone nose
and that's the way that it goes!