Pigeon-Poo Poem

My car is not a toilet! Not for pigeons anyway…

The master of flying and pooping at the same time — Photo: Forums.PigeonWatch

Sunny Monday morning
I travel down to my car
Oh horror, horror
I can see it from afar

It’s absolutely covered
There’s so much to see
So much crap
I knew I shouldn’t have parked under a tree

It’s on the roof
All the windows too
I’ll have to get my sponge
To wipe away the poo

I look above
Feathers that taunt
The bird admires his work
His doo-doo will haunt

A flying pooer
Flying up high
Crapping so freely
Pigeon God, I ask “why?!”

That’s enough
I head to the loo
I grab a handful
And I throw my poo

It lands straight away
I laugh and guffaw
The pigeon is covered in poop
Oh wait, I think animal protection’s at the door.

No pigeons were harmed in the making of this poem — one got covered in poo though.