Penelope Pidgeon
Pidgeons were scavengers, hangers on
They scrapped and crapped
All over the square
They were worse than the Tourists
With the yanky doodle stare
Penelope got stuck
With Pidgeon
This was not her name...
But it stuck
Like mud to a shoe
And her feet were the giveaway 'clue'
Turned in as she walked
Grossly deformed
She was laughed at, at school
And hideously spurned
Devoid of affection
She had no recollection of love
Then one day in the park
She got a sign from'above'
At first sight she saw the wings of a dove
Descending slowly they turned to brownish grey
She felt a splat on her shoulder
It wasn't her day!
A pidgeon landed beside her on the street
Its toes were similar to hers
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poem by Yvette Smith
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