Pigeons

Meandering nonsense

When I looked closer at the scene
he was not feeding a pigeon at all,
instead it was his cousin Paul.
Sitting on his shoulder was confusing,
he refused the seeds while musing
about deeds and leads on flaming needs
but at least he reads.
In fact, seeking an advanced degree
in dentistry
with minors in soliloquy and sophistry.
The light of the hue was just so blue,
without a clue I confused the two.
I knew the young lad was engaged
to a sad girl stabbing pumpkins in the shade
with a brilliant Damascus blade
lit up like 3000 lumens
made by manufactured humans
(Wooden lifelike dummies
not those knockoff plastic mummies).
They once climbed my salmon tree,
making pleas of Glee for all to see,
then offered me a roadkill sandwich.
But it had a mustard glitch,
the sauce was flustered and blustered
like some curdled fatty custard
made by a ratty sugar daddy
that liked to feed the pigeons.

Reviews

[Laura Kate]

I had to read this one, as I dreamed last night that I rescued a pigeon that had flown into a high library and couldn't find its way out. I really enjoyed your lifted pace, and the imagery you created too, like telling a story.

[barleygirl]

I wrote a poem about pigeons recently (so beautiful, being free in the wilderness) but most reviewers could not get beyond their deep disgust for these birds (having been shat upon in the city, I suppose). As one of your reviewers says -- one man's pigeon flock is another person's s****y mess. Hope your new year is going well (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Haley]

This is great! Great pacing and rhyming!

[Lorry]

I've always wondered what birds think of us things without wings, long before covid changed us and the world, they must really shake their heads in disbelief at us being in charge.
And as for roadkill... Frankie Boyle said it best "I got a roadkill cookbook recently and found some to give it a try. It was delicious, but I still don't know what to do with its bike." 😊

[T.S. Ulmus]

That's hilarious, thank you for the great comment!

[Delmar Cooper]

Thanks for sharing. One man's road kill is another's meatloaf I guess. I prefer to shake my possums fresh out of persimmon trees. They don't have that French Michelin cache but still mighty tasty.

Thanks for lightening up the joint.

[T.S. Ulmus]

The French possum from a persimmon tree is quite the delicacy I'm told. Unfortunately, it's not available in my region, we have to settle for the canned version (it's really quite a perversion). Thank you for the read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

God, why is it that condiments just don't seem to enhance the flavor of roadkill, rather
makes it distasteful to eat.
Quite a clever write here...they rhyme is fun and you make the grotesque images of the wooden humans all so real...the animals must think us oddly wooden...
Maybe we have lost what makes us palpable...
really good write, T.S.
j.

[T.S. Ulmus]

I'm so happy you liked my blithering nonsense. Thank you for the read and review.