National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Pigeons

Fecking pigeons

When I am asleep and of course with no snoring
I get woken by a sound that can be rather boring
not the chorus of the dawn that some people talk about
more a strangled cat being put through a mangle or there about.

First starts the pigeon’s and the doves with a coo
coo and a coo and a coo coo a coo
Then an hour after that the duck starts too
So its quack and a coo and a quack and a coo.

Then the farm wakes up with a squawk and a moo
and a quack and coo and cockle doodle dooooo
and a neigh and a baa and quack and a moo
And a coo and a coo and a neigh and a moo

Then I my head I hear a tut and get up and slam the window shut.

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