He took to the skies, his chest a pale shade of red

[deadmeat4sale]

This is a poem I actually wrote for school but never handed in. I thought it was a little cheesy after re-reading it several times, but I just came across it the other day and thought it was half-decent.

For many days the red-breasted Robin had attempted to rid itself of indecency,
But indecency always laughed harder with each fleeting and failing attempt.
So when the robin kindly asked,
"Sir, why must you torment me so?"
Thus came with haste, an irritated response,
"If I am to be me and you are to be you, shouldn’t a bit of indecency do?"
And the Robin chirped,
"Well maybe if you can learn to behave, you blood-sucking, ear-splitting blistering knave."
Indecency’s sinister smile filled the Robin’s breast red with rage.
"Evil such as you surely belongs in a cage!"
No longer was the Robin’s cheerful chirp to be heard.
Instead came a milk-curdling wail, not common with a bird.
And indecency sat calmly with a warm plastered smile.
He said:
"Surely, I am not so vile."
To the Robin’s utter dismay he saw this to be true.
It was another failed attempt there was nothing he could do.
The wail had driven his winged friends away.
Indecency had asserted he was indeed here to stay.
Just as part of the Robin had wished itself dead,
he took to the skies, his chest a pale shade of red.