And hop on the ledge, by my bedroom window
Those pigeons roost and annoy me
I hate them yet feed them some birdseed
They seem to ruin my window sill
They poop on my ledge and scatter feathers
The worst is their constant prattling cooing
Has often annoyed my mid noon sleep
Yet each evening I return to see
The constant annoyance has entrenched deep
Laid eggs, raised squabs, amongst putrid leaves
One must never feed the annoyances
Like I do, for they bring nothing
Yet i ignore their wicked deeds
How many such pigeons screech
As they sap the joys through your heart's breach
Let not these gain footing and stay
For they bring nothing but utter dismay
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