Saturday, March 16, 2013

Pigeon



There’s a pigeon up on our chimney top
The incessant cooing just will not stop.

The kids think it’s great and coo in return
But with a match and a log we’ll let that bird burn.

Mom and dad’s actions may seem a bit drastic
But this talkative pigeon is making us spastic.

Whether inside or out we hear him all day
He’d better fly off before we cook him flambé.

1 comment:

Carianne said...

excellent! the poem, not the pigeon.