Plod plod, I tread heavily
As other birds swoop merrily,
My head in motion, pecking tasting,
Worms, crumbs and seeds partaking.
Skinny sparrows chatter with mirth
Viewing my, unseemly girth.
I spread in hope my feathered wings
So I can do my aerial thing.
Alas, I sit with a weary sigh,
For I am far... too fat to fly!
Author notes
We were walking through the park and came across this rather rotund pigeon, I walked towards it and he just waddled away, even when pursued he refused to fly.
Not the greatest piece of poetry, but it makes me smile... how about you?...ian.
Comments
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Ian I love it! It made me laugh quite heartily! How have you been? I've missed your wise self around here! Great poem!
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Quite funny if you ask me! Nicely done!
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SIN...!
Thanks for reading... good job you showed up, I've been deserted!
Take care now you girls, I''ll see you at Christmas...ian.
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