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February 16, 2014

 

 

And in the hour before day break

when only pigeons are awake,

and cooing as if high on pot;

you wish the blighters could be shot.

 

True, they have as much right to be alive,

as all creatures, that through night, survive.

And if their ‘joy of life’ could be put in a bottle,

you’d feel less inclined, their throats to throttle

 

And though toilet habits leave a lot to be desired;

they’d wreck in no time, a building they acquired.

It’s not that I hate them, or think them a sin.

I just wish that now and then, they’d have a lie-in!

 

 

 

 

 

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