My Pigeon (For Bad Poetry Day!) Poem by Margaret Kollmer
My Pigeon (For Bad Poetry Day!)
I love to watch my pigeon
I call him Mister Bird
He doesn’t care a smidgeon
And never says a word.
I watch him sleep then waken
He’s happy he was born
Cos when he smells the bacon
He quite forgets to yawn.
I carry him on my shoulder
He’s happy to be there
But when he gets much older
He’ll get a bird wheel-chair.
Friday, July 17, 2009
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