He was trying to escape his backside,
The way he walked.
He would gallop along,
That great weighty sack above his legs
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Pigeon Boy
He was trying to escape his backside,
The way he walked.
He would gallop along,
That great weighty sack above his legs
Bouncing gallantly after him.
His head bobbed too,
When it wasn't turning to glare
Upon that meaty encumbrance usurping
His otherwise trim silhouette.