Now For A Nice Pigeon Poem
After that rather fucking disturbing bit of pigeon news, I thought I’d do some poetry. Here’s one I found the other day:
If Pigeons Had Teeth
If pigeons had teeth
Children in the park
Would be less likely to aggravate them
Er, hello? Is that It? State the obvious in quite a crap way, make it rhyme a bit, and call it a poem? This got me thinking. If he can do it, so can I.
White Pigeon Love
Pigeons, oh so wonderous in flight.
Pigeons are great,
Especially in white.
by Brian Pigeon
This is a ref back to the classy Chiswick pigeon called Mary I quite fancied a couple of weeks back. The shy one.
As you know, I dig a bit of poetry, just never thought of giving it a go till I found Dicky C.
What do you reckon? A Pigeon laureate in the making?