Sunday Morning Kitchen Spinning

Sunday morning was meant to be spent listening to songs like these. Keep the faith.

Dancing with Pigeons

I’ve just followed
a pigeon down the street;
we danced the dance
of avoidance
because the pigeon had
funny clubbed feet.

It flapped its wings
but didn’t fly
i think it thought
i would chase it
to bake it in a pie;

It went left
I went left
dancing with the pigeon
made me look
really daft.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011