A priest made the sign of a cross
Then knelt to pray to his boss
A pigeon flew by
And baptised the guy
To prove prayers do not gather moss
From anywhere out of the blue
Comes a rifle shot of white glue
With little fanfair
It plops in your hair
As another pigeon counts, "Coo!"
Have you heard about cowpoke Clapsaddle?
He rode fer years on his horse astraddle.
His legs was badly bowed,
And he walked pigeon-toed.
Oddly he named his hoss Fiddle Faddle.
Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
A plumpish wood pigeon called Sue,
Thought it sexy to bill and to coo,
So she zoomed to the ground,
Where she pranced round and round,
Then flew off 'cos she wanted a poo!
I'm stuck on this sidewalk alone
I can't contact god with no phone
No carrier pigeon
Why doesn't god send down a drone?
Which is it, a pigeon or dove?
We hate one; the other, we love.
Your clean car, that blob?
'Twas likely a squab,
opined likewise of you, thereof.
H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All
A pigeon expressed to a dove
An urgent desire to make love
Like a maniac
He hopped on her back
Pursuant to all the above
pigeon tart pecked at a red M&M
her head feathers became a fiery blend
the poets were shocked and confused
while scratching the head of their muse
what happens if she pecks a green M&M
Andy the explorer seeks unmark trail
He takes QQ on a long march never fail
Roadrunner rather run than fly
Catch a bird let’s make a pigeon pie
Both can’t wait to hurry home for a champagne cocktail
Moon dancing in Trafalgar Square
When pigeon poop* soared through the air
It splattered around
Without touching ground
But no one had a facemask spare
*aka London hairspray
A bird like a pigeon or dove
will always choose food over love
They poop from their perches
On people in churches
Excluding Nun of the Above
All along I thought Mo's new moniker
Was “Pigeon Toed” from the “Feathered Chronicle”
But I just realized
“Tart” was more idealized
Hope you'll forgive me my happy frolicker