Poetry

CAMPUS PIGEON

3 March 2015

Don’t know what to do,
I’m not cool like a Wompoo*.
Here I am, high flying above north court,
Stealing the crumbs from the sandwich you bought.
It was gluten free,
How unfortunate for me!
Now don’t forget I stood up for you,
By going to the loo
On the ticket inspector’s vest.
You know, the one you all detest?
So next time you see me,
Don’t try to knee me.
I’m just a little pidge,
Looking for a nicer sandwich.

*Hipster colourful native pigeon


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