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Pigeon English

By Talisker

06 February 2007

Fellow writers, this is a poem, slightly amended, that I posted some months ago. I'm sorry to say that the motivation for it remains strong.

“Feedeth ye not the winged rats,
Lest ye feed them to your cats”

My friends we have an infestation,
Of foul Columbidae,
It’s thus my duty, nay vocation!
To save the day.

A steaming heap of pigeon guano,
Our house besmears,
Like ripe and reeking parmigiano,
Left for years.

Yet we, the literary Peregrines,
Are poised above,
Our meal of choice is pigeon skin,
And heart of dove.

For pigeons, much as chickens do,
Return to roost,
And noble falcons doves pursue,
‘Til blood is loosed!

Forsooth, their pidgin doggerel,
Offends mine eyes,
Their bastard verse worth bugger all,
Contempt defies.

Though gentle Jesus did implore,
“Child turn a cheek”,
To suffer tamely slaps galore,
Is over meek.

We shall not give envenomed bait,
As mice consume,
But gently lure them to their fate,
And pluck each plume.

For wit is not a pigeon trait,
Nor literary flair,
Their place is not Great Writing but,

Trafalgar Square.

Oli (23/09/06)

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Pidgen inglish
Written by Marybarry (237 comments posted) 6th February 2007

At first I thought, here we go again. US POOR AMATEURS.

But I am growing and no longer feel personally insulted.
( pooor Fellpony!)

It was a truly very very good poem, but you must know that.

As you well know I cannot judge construction.

Your use of words, the vocabulary GREAT.
patricia

Written by fellpony (1723 comments posted) 6th February 2007

Hi Oli

I thought it read even better with the re-spelt title. Not having read the previous offering I took a little while to spot where this was going. Yes, I was amused.

marybarry - please continue to "grow". If I wished to insult you personally, I would do so privately. You'll note I haven't. Please reciprocate.

Yes, I was amused.

Written by Witzl (1585 comments posted) 6th February 2007

Brilliant poem. Funny, clever, erudite.

Makes me want to go out and write some doggerel just to get you to write another poem like this.

Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3569 comments posted) 6th February 2007

A well argued bit of verse, defiantly partial but fair comment.
Makes me want to do the same as Witzl [but not in poetry]
cheers
J

Written by Phil (6963 comments posted) 6th February 2007

Fair comment and well written Oli. I hope none of my efforts have elicited this. (not fishing - just saying)

I have a similar one to this on file from a few months ago when we had the first infestation.

Phil.

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