"Oh dear pigeon, Why art thou green?"
Is it envy or jealousy?
Or rather a deformity?
I stared for a while
for it to answer mine.
Contemplating. Thinking deep.
For its existential need
It then sung,
a song unsung
which sounded like
"To hell with your question, woman.
I don't give a FLYING ****
© TanyaC. 2015.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
"Oh dear pigeon, Why art thou green?"
Is it envy or jealousy?
Or rather a deformity?
I stared for a while
for it to answer mine.
Contemplating. Thinking deep.
For its existential need
It then sung,
a song unsung
which sounded like
"To hell with your question, woman.
I don't give a FLYING ****
© TanyaC. 2015.
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